Luyện nghe bài hát Heartburn

(Sean Price)
I love nicks at night, go home, to my son
Roll a and watch Nick at Nite
I love it when my cook, come home
To a hot meal, it's not real, the bitch can't
I them bullets I sent you
You know what's up, I'm broke as fuck, and nigga the due
I love my moms and the habit
I love a jointed bitch up in my craft splattered
I love snatching niggaz jewels up on the transit
I love busting in ya mouth, I know you can't it
I it
I love it you bob ya head to this
At the same time, the God head in the whip
I love it when I'm wit wifey, you say
under her nose, I'm right under your clothes
And I it

(Chorus 2x: Price)
"All this love in my heart" In my y'all! (I got heartburn)
"And just enough to make 'em stop"
"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 right the 5th and make ya ass buckle po-po
I mushrooms, I love to puff boom
Love with you though it ain't much room
I love when you say my is corny
At the same time, huggin' my nuts, the god horny
I love to flow, dog, me about it, the hoes
I love it raw dog, tell these are violets, you
I Martin Luther, I love Malcolm X
Love Knotts Landing, love Falcon's
I love wallabies, I trees just as much
As I love collard greens, and cheese, bitch, I it

(Chorus 2x)

(Sean Price)
I love to street niggaz
Rude awaken, food is taken, blun street
Ya'll motherfuckers phony, the told me
To knock niggaz out, quick then Antonio Tarber
Show me ya dollar, nigga, show you the llama
The bullet blow throw through your armor, blam blam
fam, you fucking with a grown ass man
Couldn't, picture my life 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, present and
late than never, whatever, I see you, I shoot you
I ya