Luyện nghe bài hát All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)

Goddamn I good
slap me, huh
This club does not 2 point 2 seconds of me
But I'mma it to 'em anyway, uh

When I in the door, niggas be like "yo"
Stare me up and down even when they they ho
It amazes me niggas don't care
All tight, ass everywhere
And before I can get a chance to blink
Wild mutha-fuckas start me drinks
But I send 'em all back, 'cause I got my own
Suit? It's a
Gianni Versace
It hard to see
I got my own money, don't fuck me
Can't me, check my steeze
meet bitches, please, for real

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Cold...
(When I walk in the room, all on me)
Let me get your
(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)

Cold...
(When I walk in the room, all on me)
more can I say?
(And these are the they be makin' at me, say what)

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Uh, picture me Strings, Pav in my ear
I push a new somethin' every
Hip Hop sweetheart, pleaser
Coochie value, the Mona Lisa
99 escalade, like Chanel
Bumpin' my shit, on the way to
For a shopping spree, niggas me
Black centerfold, no stopping me
And your bitch is 'cause I'm gettin'
While and you out the first to her
I won't her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber
'cause while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his
And said me baby, you're a real lady
Workin' those Girbaud, flows at shows
I the videos and the skills
Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for

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Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Yo, I got a fat boy on my
Nigga got a wife but he got a fat
'Member when it was hot, down the block
In my summer car, 320 E
Tell the wife get it together, she cute
Rockin' that with them daisy dukes
And nigga know it
why he with the fat tale poet
Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', pass me Moet, for real

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Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

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