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

Foxy
What? Jay-Z,

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

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

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

say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after 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 leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

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

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

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

I play hard-eh till say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay
Lawd, don't trip
I slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is get
concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you play 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)

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

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

What up, Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was broke

But now you're and I raised you
Basically, you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the is all that
That's why I get bagets carats and all that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

tell 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

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