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 take advantage if you let 'em
(Uhh)
Play your cards and if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch, be up to sumpin'
Or be lyin' on his dick,

You know how flip from gettin' pussy
The head, 'til you yo bread and blew his dick
if he trip, shit
Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop range
(Uhh)

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

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

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

He don't know I stick a move
Get him right for Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see through him
Yeah, we fuckin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

First chick he ever cried fo' never had a that raps like this
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear baby mothers exist
(Uhh)
They just Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man fuckin' you right
And the dope singing in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just tight

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, when man ain't 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"
he just ain't tight

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