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 heard was "Damn you missed her"
Daily means and whereabouts, more than a whisper
Cut sharper than a scissor, lookin for the elixir
Like most listeners, let them know it's all in they
Spittin my verbal attack with the speech
How bout niggas, gotta keep your dog on a short
Got 'head speak, If not they try to play us suckas
The most commitment, wanted non givin mothafuckas
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 creep if he's horny
If he's sincere, got G, or pick up that corny
Tryin to say he adore me, when he don't even know me
That type of weak will leave a nigga, poor broke & lonely
Willin to go and anything that let's em stick 'em
'cause thru all bullshit, he's lookin for anotha victim

Chorus 2X: The Damaja

Brrr, stick 'em, stick 'em

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

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

Or use to pay rent, I'm independent"
His response "You heaven sent
But I haven't met a chick that have a price 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 your car, who you knew and wealth"
A new expirement, this niggas playin himself
just his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude
How he pursued, relentless references to me nude
The wrong move, this jiggy really thinks 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
Carryin on conversation, knowin that I'm on other shit
Should have stopped when he had the to quit
Talkin his income, and how bout he wanna get some
Next 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 had mad loot

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