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

Foxy
Jay-Z, what

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

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

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

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

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 leave 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
(Yea, yea)

to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie and Charles Jordan

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

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

I play hard-eh till say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, hard
Lawd, don't trip
I never slip, nigga, get a

you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck 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)

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 these ho's be me weak
Y'all knows how it B, so I stay deep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we on the rise, your diamond wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the 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)
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' they own, man o' own

no nigga 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