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

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

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

we'll out the Dom
throw your sh*t on the
and celebrate as the rain's down

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

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

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

are only 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 me no more

you that love
that is a sport
the games you play
dribbling on any old

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

you're all alone
please

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

...

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

gotta love first
not place in your world
no prize
can cover up all the

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

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