Luyện nghe bài hát Devil In a New Dress

I it though
I it though

Uh put hands to the constellations
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
I I'm preaching to the congregation
We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from

I mean a did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but I need some consummation

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And magic hour
I seen good
Make decisions
Oh she do it,
happened to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message break up, the casualty of
How she wake up and not love me no more
I I was the ass hole, I guess it's rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be when you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm at her like "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

Put your to the constellations
They way you look be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm preaching to the
We Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

I mean a did a lot of waiting
We ain't married but tonight I need some

the sun go down its the magic hour
The hour
And outta all the colors that are still up the
You got green on mind
I can see it in your
Why you standing there your face screwed up
Don't leave while your hot how Mase screwed up
Throwing shit around, the whole screwed up
Maybe I should Mase so that he could pray for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I ordered you jerk, she said "you are you eat"
You see I always your sense of humor
But tonight you should have how quiet the room was
The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme Dior Homme not Dior homie
The crib Scarface couldn't be more
You love me for me you be more phoney

Uh put hands to the constellations
way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a to me this evening
Cat got your

Lookin' at my I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist it'll turn ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
Double-headed monster a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, is just my character
All black tux, shoes lavender
I needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had with Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered climbin' up the ladder
We still speedin' runnin' signs they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' never me mad
Never that when I'm in my favorite tag
G.4's at the Clearport
When it come to fool I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to I was quick to export
tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex'
So many cars D.M.V. though it was fraud
Different traps, I was gettin' from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
Whole clique's had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy vinyl as my jay burns
I a tear before the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
Gettin' 2Pac money over
Still a real nigga, red sweater, dice roller
I'm makin' to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings never stumble my steps