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

Goddamn I good
Somebody me, huh
This club does not want 2 2 seconds of me
But give it to 'em anyway, uh

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

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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 walk in the room, all on me)
more can I say?
(And these are the sounds 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, smellin' like
Bumpin' my shit, on the way to
For a shopping spree, niggas me
Black centerfold, no stopping me
And bitch is jealous 'cause I'm gettin'
While and you out the to tell her
I tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber
'cause while she was in the dressing room, he me his number
And said call me baby, a real lady
Workin' Girbaud, spittin' flows 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
Nigga got a wife but he got a fat
'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the
In my car, 320 E drop
Tell the wife get it together, she cute
Rockin' that sweater with them dukes
And that know it
That's why he the fat tale poet
Spittin' game like a sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real

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Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

1 (without Strings)

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