Luyện nghe bài hát Circles

I just want you to home
No if it's late at night
(I you talking)
I know you you working
But baby boy feeling ain't right
(I'm just out here get my money you know that)
Fuck we got enough houses, enough cars
You done bought me jewelry
Tired of your shit my you hitting
(You know I be at the and shit)
Nigga you lying, who you to run that game on?
Who you think I am? I'm not one of thots you met at Playhouse
(I say that)
I just rode by nigga, you wasn't at Dre
Parked my shit at Ye house and in the uber
stop lying you fucking think I'm stupid
Nah look ain't say that
You ain't complain when I that Maybach
Put you in Chanel, your friend Chanelle can't even say
You wanted to see Rihanna I put you and friends at the concert
Closet of Giuseppe[?] you came a long way from Converse
Took you out that concord[?], put you in Tom Ford
All arguing I ain't got no time for it
You my phone like fifty times
Don't do no shit like
I was just fucking them
I was get right back

Spinning around, around
around, spinning around
It's the same old, we be going through the old
Spinning around, around
Pulling them down, taking them
It's the same old, get tired of the same old

Nigga you up?
I'm strapping up, shit you acting up?
Yeah I'm up, nigga
You not keep on playing me
You not keep on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or family?
I'll kill that bitch whole (I fucking hate you!)
What crazy ass shooting in the house for?
What yo dumbass ruining the house for?And time you get home anyway?
Shit, about
And that's what the you sleeping on the couch for
I don't a fuck, thug life I'm an outlaw
And the next bitch nothing but a house call
Scrolling my iPhone looking for my sidechick
This bitch always flipping buttons like a sidekick
That's when I hop in my Jeep and it out the toxic
And you gone, guess what?
I'll be bouncing on sidedick, nigga

I guess you thought stopped making real niggas when they made you
Shit, they making them, they stop making them
Guess she thought stopped making real bitches when they made you
Shit, there's a few in the room and a couple in the too

Now she's to you
That she's the baddest to ever grace to pair of shoes
And if you are unable to find better you
And all this loud chirping that you consider
But food is on the table
We may be arguing like the and we Abel
Then we have some makeup love and we get stable
a little girl I cut the cord from her navel

I guess it's just the way it goes
is like a merry go round
I guess it's just the way it down
is like a merry go round
It all to game