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

eaten this apple
right down to the
inside
ain't got the taste for it no

so while you cruise in the
I've 'round my friends

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 me the respect...you'd be giving Oprah

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

got to keep it in the crib...baby, I've got
got to keep it in the crib...so give me
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 that
that love is a
with the games you
on any old court

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

when all alone
remember

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

...

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

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

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

...