Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard Being Wifee

Uhh
Ladies know how that sayin' goes
'Be careful you ask for in life
'Cuz you just get it'
Dependin' on you ask for
What you get you might not be to get out of it
You Uhh

Niggas might advantage if you let 'em
(Uhh)
Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the night
Make sure that he snitch, must be up to sumpin'
Or be lyin' on his dick,

You know how niggas flip from pussy
The head, 'til you spent yo bread and his dick
Especially if he trip,
complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range
(Uhh)

When he hit you with game
You be like, 'A'ight, dude,
And sleep on it, put a week on it
Get the Benz and creep on it

Do you, like, yeah, faggot, you
the fuck am I to do now?
Just lay back like I'm that lame bitch,
I'm that bitch
(Uh huh)

Don't you Never cross no ho
Especially if she was and she know where that stands go
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin'
And the is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
(Uhh)

He know that I stick a move
Get him right for Chyna White
to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we tonight

In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin'
And if he sweet with big ones, I'm lucky tonight
And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't tight

Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't tight

Uhh, mostly, they'll play you
(Uh, huh)
if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like
Bomb head, every night, is the sex like Uh huh
Yeah, you know, I was stress like that
Over do, not once, he don't handle like that

known not to fuck with no lightweight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I fuckin' wit that
I'm like, "Dude, the fuck is yo big heads at?"
And you know how I get down, I don't like that
Plus he act funny and he only fuck with money

And I'm, zero platinum-plat money
It's not a game,
And like Sparkle, be careful you say, nigga
The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do
Put it for you

chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like this
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't

Yo, when your man fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't tight

Ughh, the is
(Uh, huh)
Y'all chicks be fuckin' with that shit
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the
no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard?

What the fuck is this? shit?
(Uh, huh)
Is it God striking me for some way back
I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch foul like this?"
(Uh, huh)
And my lobe be to think, I should slash my wrist

And my seven, from me thinkin' I total my six
Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and
(Uh, huh)
Took the code straight to his and just empty his bricks
On the low but I that he love when I flip
(Uhh)

Ya betta know how to throw the smash
Shit, I got to bitch and his last name
(Uhh)
Any could do a nigga whole big
Any bitch could lock up and a kid

Any chick fuck a nigga despite
But the nigga got to you if he make you his wife
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' dick
And on top of all bullshit, I'm still his chick

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you
And the dope singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just tight

Yo, when man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't tight