Luyện nghe bài hát Good Times (sick Pimpin')

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This one goes out
To all the women in the house
Whether you're the prozac the zanac or the paxil
Whatever the hell they put that capsule
I y'all to come up to the front of the stage
Grab me A shot of along the way
Put A smile on the of your head

Got A thing for the women that love themself
So either up your hair or tighten up your belt
This time, this time is A time
times

Got A for the women that dont love themself
So either loosen up your hair or tighten up belt
And this town, this town, is A town
A time. A good time

You know while she's by the window, she's waiting for her prince to come
And here I am on the side of the room trying to pretend that I'm not that dumb
It goes older told and full of cold, but did I mention it's well deserved
No make A mess, no let's make A baby, no let's make some hell on earth
Do you mind if I turn out the lights, if I'm going to be I'd rather do it in the dark
So I stare at half of A beer wishing that the transmission would stay in par
She keeps the music down, so her neighbors don't
Keeps the drama up, so she forget the pain
I keep my momentum inside the
And my pride inside of my laughter
It

And never forget the day you woke up
To find A whole different underneath your socks
to check your pockets before you the checked the cost
Yes man, I saw the sign, no man I stop
Drop off, now who got water on the lawn
it takes to calm your tongue
If this livingroom with anymore false
I'm going to cut my finger, I'm going to these walls
If watched us
They probably called the cops,
Its that neither one of us can adjust
becomes disgust
If luck was a lady I doubt she save me from the bumrush
is enough, but how much is too much
Why am I still just A to your touch
Why can't I ever asleep at dusk
Why do I to see everything crushed
A big map girl, it's yours if you asked
If it wash up to the shore you wont discover it
to get hotter then your head with that other shit
Swallow it to to follow the suffering
But I'm still smiling, still up to no
trying to relocate
Somewhere I'm to find some work that matters
Til then all you get is my and my laughter
It