Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't No Nigga - Foxy Brown

Foxy
Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next
No for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the with no driver
You own '96 suh-in, the ride
And your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin'

The first to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 francs
And papayas, from the village to the
to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so I shoot
Meet your death in less than seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my is tight
Who you askin',

Ain't no like the one I got
(No one can you betta)
around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in and leathers)

Friends'll me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no
Got you a beeper to important
Surroudin' your in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I

I've sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and the face like linen

I play hard-eh they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay
Lawd, even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a

you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

no nigga like the one I got
(No one can you betta)
Sleeps but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in and leathers)

tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' own

Yo, ain't no this, no lie
to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee,
So when you flip that coke, remember the you was dead broke

But now you're style and I you
Basically, you into a don
Flippin' weight, and shit, you know the pussy is all that
why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I keep you in the illest gators
so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o'

Specially I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit
And eek with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede

Now all your mens' up in your high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic
I never worry 'bout other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay
How you livin' large on the island, all collects have me vex
But you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem

Now we on the rise, your diamond wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the
Fucks no, I see half o' the
Made you into a star, pushin' thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga the one I got
(No one can you betta)
Sleeps around but he me a lot
(Keeps you in and leathers)

tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the to find a man o' they own
Man o' own, man o' they own

Ain't no like the one I got
(No one can you betta)
around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in and leathers)
Friends'll me I should leave you alone