Luyện nghe bài hát Anotha Victim

f/ Miz

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

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

Chorus 2X: The Damaja

Brrr, stick 'em, hahaha 'em

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

{Miz
Perfect example, it was like Monday the
Late afternoon, just on my king and it was time well

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

And no why he would put thru such torment
And the corny 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 bodies
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 haven't met a chick that ain't a price yet"
I said "Well, I must be a type of female

While bitches to exhale, I plot schemes to black male
Talkin bout, you your car, who you knew and your wealth"
A new expirement, this 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 thinks he's smooth

Like he got somethin to prove, and I got to lose
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 blow my
Carryin on conversation, knowin that I'm on some other
Should have stopped when he had the chance to
Talkin his income, and how bout he wanna get some
time we meet, he'll just be the next victim

Chorus

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

Plenty ice, nice ride, but she'd 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...