Luyện nghe bài hát Devil In A New Dress

I it though
I it though

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

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

May the forgive us
May the God's be us
And that magic
I seen Christians
brash decisions
Oh she do it,
What happened to
Oh she it
She putting on her up
She allure
Text message break up, the of tour
How she gone up and not love me no more
I thought I was the ass hole, I guess rubbing off
Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of
Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a
I'm looking at her "this what you really wantedt, huh?"
we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime

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

(Satan, Satan, Satan)

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

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

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

Lookin' at my bitch I bet she give your ass a
Lookin' at my it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, Rose all along
Double-headed monster a mind of his own
Cherry red chariot, excess is my character
All black tux, nigga shoes
I never acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers Yeezy before his mouth wired
Before his jaw shattered up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin' runnin' like they don't matter
Uh, hater talkin' made me mad
Never that when I'm in my paper tag
Therefore G.4's at the
When it come to tools I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the sport
New sedan, the Lex' sport
So cars D.M.V. though it was mail fraud
traps, I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, rep
clique's appetite had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy vinyl as my jay burns
I shed a before the nights over
God the man I put this ice over, uh
2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, roller
I'm love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings stumble retracin' my steps