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

Chorus 2X: Jeru The

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 well spent

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

And no why he would put himself such torment
And despite the line, you could see the extent
That he would go, he'd pay my rent, dress 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 response "You heaven sent
But I met a chick that ain't 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, thinkin niggas playin himself
With his arogance, not to exclude his rude attitude
How he pursued, relentless references to seein me
The wrong move, this jiggy nigga really thinks he's

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

Like you right now, comin thru ya ear canal
I smile politely, so as not to blow my
Carryin on conversation, that I'm on some other shit
Should 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
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
Trying to compesate the shit, that as a she was deprived
She survived, only to end up to 85
Talkin bout I played nigga, keep it real baby...