Luyện nghe bài hát L8 CMMR

Good lover, good
Feels good like a long whole
L8 CMMR, he's a L8
My is a bad mothafucker
He can it, bring it all day long
All over my lemon
Nobody get to see
'Cause he's gonna spend his with me

You have him
No way he's taken, ladies, I don't his babies
Look at my
He's going nowhere this fat lady sings

And when I see his
I like I could win the race
And he calls, when he calls my name
I know we're in the long
Why would I him for?
I ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I send him back
He won me, game, set, and

L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR

My lover, my
Shoots and scores like Maradona
Undercover, the covers
My is a bad motherfucker
Anybody, anyone see
I'd have him eventually
Me and him have a that's rare
All the girls can elsewhere

You have him
No way taken, ladies, I don't mean his babies
at my ring
He's going nowhere 'til fat lady sings

And when I see his
I feel I could win the race
And when he calls, he calls my name
I we're in the long game
Why I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any
I wouldn't send, I send him back
He won me, game, set, and

You can look, girl, but you touch
Don't know why I you so much
Can't put this thing words
My love for him's

You can look, girl, but you touch
Don't know why I love you so
Can't put this into words
My for him's absurd

And I see his face
I feel I could win the race
And when he calls, when he calls my
I know we're in the game
Why would I leave him
I couldn't ask for any
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him
He won me, game, set, and

And I see his face
I feel like I win the race
And when he calls, when he my name
I know we're in the long
Why would I him for?
I ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him
He won me, game, set, and

L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR