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

Goddamn I look
slap me, huh
This does not want 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 with ho
It amazes me them niggas don't
All fade tight, ass
And before I can even get a chance to
Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me
But I send 'em all back, 'cause I got my own
Suit? It's a
Boots? Versace
It hard to see
I got my own money, don't with me
Can't touch me, my steeze
Swap bitches, please, for real

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

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

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Uh, me Strings, Pav diamonds in my ear
I push a new somethin' year
Hip Hop sweetheart, pleaser
Coochie value, like the Mona
99 escalade, smellin' like
my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's
For a shopping spree, jocking me
tale centerfold, no stopping me
And your bitch is 'cause I'm gettin'
and you out the first to tell 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, spittin' at shows
I check the videos and the
Can I get your on the 50 dolla bill, for real?

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Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Yo, I got a fat boy on my
got a wife but he got a fat knot
'Member when it was hot, down the block
In my summer car, 320 E
Tell the wife get it together, she ain't
Rockin' that sweater with daisy dukes
And that nigga it
why he with the fat tale poet
Spittin' like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real

1

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

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