Luyện nghe bài hát Crib

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

pick up the

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

you've this apple
down to the core
nibbled
ain't got the taste for it no

so you cruise in the Benz
I've called 'round my

break out the Dom
throw sh*t on the lawn
and celebrate as the rain's pouring

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

when you have integrity...sing it J
I'll you beauty...eyes poppin' like it's Beyonce

got to keep it in the crib...baby, got class
got to keep it in the crib...so me respect
got to keep it in the crib...you integrity
got to it in the crib...
to inner beauty

there are a few words
you got to
its not in the crib
you'll be out on the

stop banging on, on my front
got
can't hypnotise me no

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 mascara ain't

when you're all
please

oh so
of how much you me
I you a taste of heaven
you'll be craving it ...

...

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

gotta love myself
not place second in your
no consolation
can cover up all the

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

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