Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

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

Try to catch me but all you heard was "Damn you just her"
Daily means and whereabouts, more secret a whisper
Cut than a scissor, lookin for the love elixir
Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they
Spittin my verbal attack with the impeccable
How bout niggas, gotta keep dog on a short leesh
Got 'head speak, If not try to play us like suckas
The commitment, wanted non commitment givin mothafuckas
But one look in his eyes and I can they whole story
Not sayin that all men in this category
Lookin for a friend or wife for late creep if he's horny
If he's sincere, got G, or up lines that corny
Tryin to say that he adore me, when he even 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: The Damaja

Brrr, 'em, hahaha stick 'em

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

{Miz
Perfect example, it was like Monday the
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 to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended

And no why he would put thru such torment
And the corny line, you could see the extent
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 "You heaven sent
But I haven't met a chick that ain't have a yet"
I "Well, I must be a different type of female

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

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

Like you hearin now, comin thru ya ear canal
I smile politely, so as not to blow my
Carryin on conversation, knowin 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
time we meet, he'll just be the next victim

Chorus

{Miz
Like my girl Nina, bangin body and she was
But she'd fuck 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 bout I played that nigga, keep it baby...