Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

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

Try to catch me but all you was "Damn you just missed her"
Daily means and whereabouts, more than a whisper
Cut sharper a scissor, lookin for the love elixir
Like most listeners, let know it's all in they reach
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 play us suckas
The most commitment, wanted non 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 late nate creep if horny
If he's sincere, got G, or pick up that corny
to say that he adore me, when he don't even know me
That type of game will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely
Willin to go and stick anything let's em stick 'em
'cause thru all bullshit, he's lookin for anotha victim

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

Brrr, 'em, hahaha stick 'em

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

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

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
to come to sit at my table, if I was the age of contended

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

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

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

Like he got somethin to prove, and I got to lose
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 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 wanna get
time we meet, he'll just be the next victim

Chorus

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

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