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

Foxy
What? Jay-Z,

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

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

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

They say sex is a weapon, so when I
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 should leave you
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' own
Man o' they own, man o' own
(Yea, yea)

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

I keep ya 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 game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the like linen

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

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

Ain't no nigga 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 leave you
(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
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, boo? Just me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back in the French tub
this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, the days you was dead broke

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

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

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

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

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

I a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all collects have me vex
But you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit 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 half o' the
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred dollar cars

no nigga 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 you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to 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)
Sleeps around but he me a lot
(Keeps you in and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should you alone