Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

{Miz
the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands blister

Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you missed her"
Daily means and whereabouts, more than a whisper
Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin for the love
Like most listeners, let them know it's all in reach
Spittin my verbal attack with the speech
How bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short
Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us like
The commitment, wanted non commitment givin mothafuckas
But one look in his eyes and I can tell whole story
Not that all men fall in this category
Lookin for a friend or wife for late nate if he's horny
If he's sincere, got G, or pick up that corny
Tryin to say that he adore me, when he even know me
That type of weak game will leave a nigga, broke & lonely
Willin to go and stick anything that let's em 'em
'cause thru all that bullshit, he's for anotha victim

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

Brrr, stick 'em, stick 'em

Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, 'em
Brrr, 'em, hahaha stick 'em

{Miz
Perfect example, it was like the 10th
Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well

In any event, this niggas eyein me, it's
Try hard to cement, to his twisted compliments
He hell bent for my time, a hundred percent
Asked to to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended

And no why he put himself thru such torment
And despite the line, you could see the extent
That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, me and give me dough
by cants and comments bout my bodies measurements
I said "I don't drink moet, take loot to get

Or use to pay rent, I'm independent"
His that "You heaven sent
But I haven't met a chick ain't have a price yet"
I said "Well, I be a different type of female

While bitches waitin to exhale, I schemes to black male
Talkin bout, you wash your car, who you and your wealth"
A new expirement, thinkin this niggas playin
just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude
How he pursued, relentless to seein me nude
The wrong move, this jiggy really thinks he's smooth

Like he got somethin to prove, and I got nothin to
I know his style, never ran a femme fatale

Like you hearin now, comin thru ya ear canal
I politely, so as not to blow my cover
on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other shit
Should have when he had the chance to quit
Talkin his income, and how bout he wanna get some
Next time we meet, he'll be the next victim

Chorus

{Miz
my girl Nina, bangin body and she was cute
But she'd only fuck niggas if they had mad loot

Plenty ice, nice ride, but always have to drive
Trying to the shit, that as a youth she was deprived
She survived, only to end up to 85
bout I played that nigga, keep it real baby...