Luyện nghe bài hát Heartburn

(Sean Price)
I love selling at night, go home, to my son
Roll a spliff and Nick at Nite
I love it when my bitch cook, come
To a hot meal, it's not real, the can't cook
I love them bullets I you
You know up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the rent due
I my moms and the drug habit
I love a jointed bitch up in my craft splattered
I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the mass
I busting in ya mouth, I know you can't stand it
I it
I love it when you bob ya to this
At the same time, the God head in the whip
I it when I'm wit wifey, you say nothing
Right under her nose, I'm right under your
And I it

(Chorus 2x: Price)
"All this love in my heart" In my y'all! (I got heartburn)
"And just enough to 'em stop" uh-huh
"Only us on the path" - P
"So it is on mind" - and again

(Sean Price)
I love fights with brass knuckles
I love to get with the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po
I love mushrooms, I to puff boom
Love with you though it ain't much room
I when you say my song is corny
At the same time, my nuts, the god stay horny
I love to flow, dog, me about it, the hoes
I love it raw dog, these are violets, you know?
I love Martin Luther, I love X
Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's
I love wallabies, I trees just as much
As I collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I love it

(Chorus 2x)

(Sean Price)
I to punch street niggaz
Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street
Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the told me
To y'all niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber
Show me ya dollar, nigga, show you the llama
The bullet blow throw holes through armor, blam blam
Damn fam, you fucking a grown ass man
Couldn't, my life different on Kodak cams
See, I'm on block in a tore backed van
out with a new gun, hold that fam
Bah, Sean Price, past, and future
late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you
I ya