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

Foxy
What? Jay-Z,

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

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

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

They say sex is a weapon, so when I
your death in less than eight seconds
Still in my after life laughin', my shit 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 tell me I should leave you
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' own
(Yea, yea)

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

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

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

I play hard-eh they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, hard
Lawd, even trip
I slip, nigga, get a grip

What you see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no like the one I got
(No one can you betta)
Sleeps 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 find a man o' own
Man o' they own, man o' own

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

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

But now style and I raised you
Basically, made you a don
Flippin' weight, and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five and all that

From Dolce to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade
On how I fuck the o' shit

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

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap
When you was in levers and bullshit
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, in Cali
Wit all the flavor Bally's

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

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

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted
this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar

Ain't no 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 to find a man o' they own
Man o' own, man o' they own

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