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 masked as
another night you ain't home

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

so while you 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, I've got class...manners smooth as
so me the respect...you'd be giving Oprah

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

got to it in the crib...baby, I've got class
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 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 door
got
can't me no more

you think that
that is a sport
with the games you
on any old court

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

when you're all
please

oh so
of how you loved me
I gave you a taste of
you'll be craving it ...

...

gotta up
and it out
but if you can't tell it
I'll be walking on out

gotta love first
not second in your world
no consolation
can up all the hurt

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

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