Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

{Miz
It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot hands blister

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

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

Brrr, 'em, hahaha stick 'em

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

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

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

And no why he put himself thru such torment
And the corny line, you could see the extent
That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and me dough
Follow by 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 response "You heaven sent
But I haven't met a chick ain't have a price yet"
I said "Well, I must be a type of female

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

Like he got somethin to prove, and I got to lose
I know his style, ran into a femme fatale

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

Chorus

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

Plenty ice, ride, but she'd always have to drive
to compesate the shit, that as a youth she was deprived
She survived, to end up to being 85
Talkin I played that nigga, keep it real baby...