Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

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

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

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

Brrr, 'em, hahaha stick 'em

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

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

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

And no why he put himself thru 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 bout my bodies measurements
I said "I don't drink moet, loot to get bent

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

While waitin to exhale, I plot schemes to black male
Talkin bout, you wash 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 he's smooth

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

Like you hearin right now, comin 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 he had the chance to quit
Talkin his income, and how bout he wanna 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 fuck with niggas if had mad loot

Plenty ice, nice ride, but always have 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 nigga, keep it real baby...