Luyện nghe bài hát I Wonder

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

I wonder if I come home
Would you still be down me, yeah
I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I come
Would you still be with me, yeah
Because I'll you tonight, uh ohh

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If I come home
would you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? him come get you in he morning
You're wrong, is my song
And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy
Wreckshoppin all long
I'm ready, fire
No matter you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin
Are you down? So please don't get me
I got bitches out of town, if you wit clowns, I'll leave you broken

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I let you one time, then I knew you were mine
The way you caress me baby and sex me, I 'd to say you put it down
You me, and you put me under you're wings, I can't lie
Can't no other take your place, and can't a damn comply
I don't know if you noticed, but you're the throwedest on my
Can't no nigga or no bitch compare their to a love like this
Up and down, thick and thin, I was there
to box or unload 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, cryin, aint a damn thang changed
up and pourin up, in this damn rap game
And by the way, I'm gon let you run the streets your thugs
When Valentine's comes around, you know gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, chases on mink rugs
You a dog, you gon rome, but find your way home, so what

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