Luyện nghe bài hát L8 CMMR

Good lover, lover
Feels good like a long summer
L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR
My mind is a bad
He can bring it, 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 mean his
at my ring
He's going nowhere this fat lady sings

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

L8 CMMR, he's a L8

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

You have him
No way he's taken, ladies, I mean his babies
at my ring
He's going nowhere 'til this fat lady

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

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

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

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 game
Why I leave him for?
I ask for any more
I wouldn't send, I wouldn't send him
He won me, game, set, and

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

L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR