Luyện nghe bài hát Got Work

I you, baby
(Yeah, yeah)
I'll you right
(Yeah, yeah)
I you, baby
(Yeah, yeah)
I'll you right
(Yeah, yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo, yo, ignore the amateurs, rolling with the glamorous
See all the clamor for the and the cameras?
get scared when the glances turn amorous
Exposed to the heat, go yellow like an amethyst

Used to be purple like the from welts and the bruises
Used to scream, help, it was
Escaped into the night with her intact
A betrayal she as a knife in the back

Stone cold killer, you'd shudder
At the amount of blood flowing through the Hollywood
All because of the appetite for dreams that will eat you up
She on mind probably keep you up at night

15 minutes, all she really need
Director cut, and we see how you really bleed
in the game, stay in the frame
Say her name, fame,

I love you,
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll you right
(That's they all say)
I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
so fleeting, she's so deceiving, she's so misleading
She cut 'em and bleeding, she got 'em overeating
She's so hot, pop, she's overheating
Her gun, American, her favorite rum,

She's like a monkey on back, 'till you start to crack
She'll make you like the stars of Strapped
The heart of the fact, to swallow that, she got a target on your
Follow you until you drown in the sea of sorrow

You overdose, she got you over, she got the
It's not a joke, how she got 'em hoping she tried the
And everything designer, from the kind of she do
To the when she get tired of loving you

I hear them they don't need her and throw dirt on her name
I'm out for the fortune, fuck
I hear them swear don't need her and throw dirt on her name
I'm out for the fortune, Fame

I love you,
(Skip the foreplay)
I'll you right
(That's what all say)
I love you,
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
The mother cried, the butterfly was a
Before he fell in with Fame 'cause he had to feel her
The model hot, she swallowed shots, straight
The bottles pop, she love you but can't to kill you

She in the bushes, she the paparazzi
Her sex way faster than a Mazarati
relationship is work, this is not a hobby
She make you famous like Beyonce then she got your

How she like a project lobby
But still snooty, pack Vuitton and act bourgey
She like a ghost 'cause I shudder when she pass me
She yell, cut and you stop acting, it's your last

She got you in the gym, she got you in the spa
at the man in the mirror wondering who you are
You're a superstar 'til she on you
Take a picture, it will last longer,

I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(That's what all say)
I you, baby
(Skip the foreplay)
treat you right
(Yeah)

I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you
(Give it, huh)
I got for you
(Give it to me, girl)
I got for you

Yo, yo
I you, baby
I love you,
treat you right

I got for you
I got for you
I got for you
I got for you