Luyện nghe bài hát Crib

wake-wakin' up, in a bed
blowin' up
{sh*t the phone}
up in, in my

up the phone

it's those tones
telling lies as gold
it's night you ain't home

you've eaten this
right down to the
nibbled
got the taste for it no more

so while you in the Benz
called 'round my friends

we'll out the Dom
throw your on the lawn
and celebrate as the pouring down

baby, got class...manners smooth as Ella
so me the respect...you'd be giving Oprah

you have integrity...sing it Mary J
I'll show you beauty...eyes poppin' like it's

got to keep it in the crib...baby, I've got
got to keep it in the crib...so me respect
got to keep it in the crib...you need
got to it in the crib...
to have beauty

there are a few words
you got to
when its not in the
be out on the curb

stop on, on my front door
got
hypnotise me no more

you think love
love is a sport
with the games you
dribbling on any old

not gonna be
any goodbyes and
do you see the
the ain't runnin

when you're all
remember

oh so
of how you loved me
I you a taste of heaven
you'll be it always ...

...

gotta up
and it out
but if you tell it straight
then I'll be on out

gotta myself first
not place in your world
no consolation
can cover up all the

got the mink
and the mansion
and on the curb stuck on your own

...