Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

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

Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you missed her"
Daily and whereabouts, more secret than a whisper
Cut than a scissor, lookin for the love elixir
Like most listeners, let them it's all in they reach
Spittin my attack with the impeccable speech
How niggas, gotta 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 they whole
Not sayin that all men fall in category
Lookin for a friend or wife for late nate creep if he's
If sincere, got G, or pick up lines that corny
to say that he adore me, when he don't even know me
That of weak game will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely
Willin to go and stick anything that em stick '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, stick 'em

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

In any event, this eyein me, it's evident
Try to cement, to ignore his twisted compliments
He hell 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 such torment
And despite the corny line, you could see the
That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, me and give me dough
Follow by cants and comments bout my measurements
I "I don't drink moet, take loot to get bent

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 must be a different type of

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

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

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

Chorus

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

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