Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Box

Can you money? Not not really though
Yeah you want my shawty, cant get her though
about how big yo house is, patio
Ask yo girl wut we did (we just on the radio)

(x2)
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby I got her in the box
She to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs my neck and keep em' locked

1
Just got to Miami, from the grammys
First king of diamonds, h-h-hope them bitches ready
If I up in that no top, g-gave them all a headache
Told the girl I need them racks on racks and I need that in a hurry
Shawty flirtin she workin, tryna (convince me to get) behind them curtains
She said the word is that I make that paper fly like Michael
I well, you know
Freethrow, multi, .zeros, gotta make sure all the eat though
But she mad (but she mad) cuz she know, I got (I got) a (a girl) at home
She don't she don't she don't care, all she is get up here
She got you that aint fair, I want you to be mine

(x2)
She like to me ba-by, ba-by, baby when I got her in the box
She like to wrap her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her
(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs my neck and keep em' locked

2 (Rick Ross)
Im to custom, cussin at customers
Treat my whips my sneakers, once I scuff em its nothing
I get in bundles, hustles for scoops in the summer
makin her wet, so she makin a puddle
She resembles a model and slender as Tyra
I should set you on fire ya name and ya number
She got a mean walk, I let my talk
Penthouse suite, jack and the
she's a dime piece, nothing but vickys on
Two pinky rings, trick it im Nicky Barnes
Might blow a racks, fuck up two hundred thou
Put you on yo feet the bently just to around (roll around)
only, im talkin baller status
Lebron numbers, cribs in to Dallas
Back to the 305, kissin in my eyes
Its time to tat my name inside ya inner

(x2)
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby I got her in the box
She like to wrap her (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs my neck and keep em' locked

3
She call me her baby, I like to call her
She do things them things v-v-virgins aint never heard of
She no, sh-she no scream my name I hurt her
Yeah for my r&b nigga, but in the box she me murder
I like to call her O (O) presidential on me
Anything that I gotta get done she get and do it for me
Aint never worry bout shootin off cuz she gon shoot it for me
She take that from me, c-c-cock it like she own me

(x2)
She like to call me ba-by, ba-by, baby I got her in the box
She like to her legs (her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs
(her legs) her legs (her legs) her legs around my and keep em' locked