Luyện nghe bài hát I Wonder

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Huh, Boo
Maan, you stay bout you're down wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you know I'm sayin?
I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and man
I'm a type dude, I'd like to let my gal get in the way,
But, you what I'm sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin
So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I'm bout
So I do it, so its whateva

I wonder if I come home
Would you still be down with me,
I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I didn't
Would you still be with me, yeah
Because leave you tonight, uh ohh

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If I come home
What you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he
wrong, this is my song
And I gotta pay bills, my happy home
all night long
I'm ready, burnin
No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on
Are you down? So don't get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I'll leave you

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I let you play one time, then I knew you were
The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd have to say you put it
You took me, and you put me you're wings, I can't lie
Can't no other take your place, and can't a damn thang
I don't if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my list
no nigga or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this
Up and down, and thin, I was always there
Ready to box or on a bitch, you know I don't care
When you kiss me with your lips, I fall in a daze
Me and you against the world baby, are gettin paid
Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn thang
Showin up and pourin up, in damn rap game
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you know who's gettin hugs
faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs
You a dog, you gon rome, but always your way home, so what

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Now if I don't come home, you blow up my phone?
Punch holes in my styrofoam? Misplace my
Childish games in yo dome got yo confused
A made nigga or a Now its time to choose
Many have tried my shoes, but travel too far
You the shit that you was in before you fucked the star
how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit's for free?
All this hustling in these streets keep all ice on you and me
Picture how it can be, private flights twice a week
Without you gripin about some freaks and how saw me at the beach
I'll practice what I preach, you sit obsolete
And remain to keep my business and my out of reach
And now if I don't come home, you still be down?
You are a fool, I will admit, but start now
'cause I'm still the same playa that's all my dough
And I'm not comin tonight, you triflin ass hoe!