Luyện nghe bài hát All That (Lady)

You know I you like cooked food,
Im a dude
hit the Roscoes on Pico, Im in a hood mood
I'm sittin here thinkin all the things I could do
So what you do is
Play position for Berkin bags, we poppin tags
Her shoe sick,
we Ace out of Red Bottles
True shit,
fuck me and youre famous
Kanye'd my bitch, now away from the nameless
Camera flashes strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the
yea my baby an
Fell straight up out of Heaven into we into
Who knew wed grew into, whatever we
Thats too much for your mental so we snapback
Game on point the stripes on my
backpack
My ladybug, yea she like that
In them Trues, why you like that
You my lady always on
She I need it so
She she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all
My lady got me
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 leave them tricks but Im a skater
I her like 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 dont answer my phone, then we fucking, ya
She my tattoos
Aint got no room for her name but Imma make
She let her down, we have a stare down
She Im glad you ate it, where my cap & gown?
Told her I can be chauffeur, dick like a limo
orgasms,
my M.O
Redbone
I her from her titty to her clitty
Look, my girls sweet like my hotel
From where ran through more keys than a hotel door
Indeed, give her the D now the whole know
Feel like Im looking down Heaven screaming Oh, Hell no!
When you hop on top, girl, thats what it feel
She had a player back like them field lights
And every time I left it aint right
on her and she stayed,
thats just life
Cause its hard you aint on the same coast
Burning bread in the club so all these girls want
Hoes try and wave but we aint on the boat
They trying to sink that we made float
She me bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy
Dont fuck her on her period, into horror stories
I her to my favorite restaurant, she order for me
Cause she me
Fabolous]
Im feeling style
Im loving swag
I how your jeans fit
Youre killing bag
You working heels
Your diamonds are
You me the chills, girl