Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

Marvel
It's the sinister sister, leave mics so hot make hands

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

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

Brrr, stick 'em, stick 'em

Brrr, brrr, stick 'em, hahaha, 'em
Brrr, stick 'em, 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 me, it's evident
Try to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments
He seem bent for my time, a hundred percent
Asked to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of

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

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

While bitches waitin to exhale, I plot schemes to black
Talkin bout, you wash car, who you knew and your wealth"
A new expirement, this niggas playin himself
With just his arogance, not to exclude his attitude
How he pursued, relentless references to seein me
The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really 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 right now, thru ya ear canal
I smile politely, so as not to my cover
on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other shit
Should have stopped when he had the chance to
Talkin about his income, and how bout he get some
Next time we meet, he'll just be the next

Chorus

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

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