Luyện nghe bài hát All That (Lady)

You know I you like cooked food,
Im a good
Lets hit the Roscoes on Pico, Im in a hood
I'm sittin here thinkin bout all the I could do
So you should do is
Play your for Berkin bags, we poppin tags
Her shoe sick,
we Ace out of Red Bottles
gang shit,
fuck me and youre famous
my bitch, now shes away from the nameless
Camera from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus on the plate
yea my baby an
Fell straight up out of Heaven into we into
Who wed grew into, whatever we into
Thats too for your mental so we snapback that
Game on point the stripes on my
Gucc
My ladybug, yea she cool that
In them Trues, why you move like
You know my lady 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 babies, lets be creative
She say leave tricks alone but Im a skater
I her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the one good
I got her for nothing, she smiling and blushing
If I dont my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She my tattoos
got no room for her name but Imma make room
She let her down, we have a stare down
She said Im glad you ate it, where my cap &
Told her I can be your chauffeur, like a limo
orgasms,
my M.O
Redbone
I her from her titty to her clitty
Look, my girls sweet my hotel floor
From where they ran through more keys than a door
Indeed, give her the D now the hotel know
Feel like Im looking from Heaven screaming Oh, Hell no!
When you hop on top, girl, thats what it like
She always had a player back them field lights
And time I left it aint feel 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 want toast
Hoes try and wave but we aint on the boat
They trying to sink that we made float
She told me 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 take her to my favorite restaurant, she for me
Cause she me
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Im feeling style
Im loving swag
I like how jeans fit
Youre killing bag
You them heels
Your are real
You me the chills, girl