Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Nigga

I keep it fresher than the next
No need for you to ever sweat the next
With speed, I make the best see the exit indeed
You gotta know your thoroughly by me
You get the to the Lexus, with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in the
And keep ass tighter than Versace thats why
You gotta watch your you got to watch me
They conniving
The first chance to the bank
They try me, all get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the
Time to kill it on your belly no
I got more black chicks my sheets than Essence
say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Mmet your death in than 8 seconds
Still poundin in my after
my shit is tight
You who askin

Aint no like the one I got
No one can you betta
around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and
Friends 'ill tell me I should you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of own
(Man a own, man a they own)

Fresh to def in Moschino, bag
Lookin half black and fakin no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel
Surrouding feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin me
Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I
Ive been since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
You change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps em
So I run way the up in em
And the face like linnin
I play hard-eh they say God
He's keepin it real jigga hard
Lawd even trip
I never slip, what you dont see is whatcha get
Weapons what the fuck yall feel
When you play sick we can all get ill
-Whats the

no nigga like the one I got
No one can you betta
around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of own
(Man a own, man a they own)

Yo, no stoppin this, no lie
to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay

What up boo just keep me laced in the illa
Bank and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin bitch, wifee nigga
So when you flip coke
Remember them days you was dead
But now your style and I you
Basically you into a don
Flippin weight heroin and
You my pussy is all that
Thats why I get bagets 5 and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin
So who the playa, I still keep you in the gators
Tailor so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
On how I the best a shit
Specially Im flippin Baileys
Dont give a fuck about how you move with other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp with rocks larger than life
them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani
this rap shit
When you was in letters and berattas
And eek classes with mo in the
Shows in Cali wit all the suede Bally's
Now all mens' up in your benz's
post, I swear you be killin me
Playin inside my pubic
I never bout them other chicks
you proved who was your wiz
When you was that bitch
I a little when you was up north
Your comisary pilin
How you livin large on the
All them have me vex
But when you home
Knew I was comin off with of them checks
Now we on the
Your mami wit the slanted eyes
this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand cars

Aint no like the one I got
No one can you betta
Sleeps but he gives me alot
you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the to find a man of there own
(Man a they own, man a own)