Luyện nghe bài hát All That (Lady)

You I love you like cooked food,
Im a good
hit the Roscoes on Pico, Im in a hood mood
I'm here thinkin bout all the things I could do
So you should do is
Play your position for bags, we poppin tags
Her shoe sick,
we Ace out of Red Bottles
True shit,
with me and youre famous
Kanye'd my bitch, now away from the nameless
flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the
yea my an angel
Fell straight up out of Heaven into what we
Who knew wed into, whatever we into
too much for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point the stripes on my
Gucc
My ladybug, yea she like that
In them Trues, why you move that
You know my always on
She I need it so
She she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all
My got me going
Im where she already
She she can get
All that, all that, all
pussy feel a haven
We can make babies, lets be
She say them tricks alone but Im a skater
I love her her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one
I got her for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She my tattoos
Aint got no room for her name but Imma room
She let her hair down, we have a stare
She said Im you ate it, where my cap & gown?
her I can be your chauffeur, dick like a limo
orgasms,
my M.O
Redbone
I kiss her from her to her clitty
Look, my girls sweet like my hotel
From where they ran through more keys than a hotel
Indeed, give her the D now the whole hotel
Feel like Im looking down Heaven screaming Oh, Hell no!
When you hop on top, girl, thats it feel like
She always had a player like them field lights
And time I left it aint feel right
on her and she stayed,
thats just life
Cause its hard when you on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these want toast
Hoes try and wave but we aint on the boat
They to sink everything that we made float
She told me bout her ex man, her old boy
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy
Dont fuck her on her period, aint into stories
I her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she me
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Im your style
Im loving swag
I how your jeans fit
Youre killing bag
You working heels
Your are real
You me the chills, girl