Luyện nghe bài hát Devil In A New Dress

I it though
I it though

Uh put your to the constellations
They way you should be a sin, you my sensation
I know I'm to the congregation
We love but you done learned a lot from Satan

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

May the forgive us
May the be with us
And that hour
I seen good
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What to Religion?
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message up, the casualty of tour
How she gone wake up and not me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it's off
Hood phenomenon, the of rhyme
Hard to be humble you stuntin' on a jumbotron
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
What we anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

When the sun go down its the hour
The hour
And outta all the that are still up the skies
You got green on your
I can see it in your
Why you standing there with face screwed up
Don't while your hot that's how Mase screwed up
shit around, the whole place screwed up
Maybe I should call Mase so that he could for us
I hit the spot, at the bar, take a seat
I you jerk, she said "you are what you eat"
You see I always loved 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 be more Tony
You love me for me could you be more

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

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