Luyện nghe bài hát L8 CMMR

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

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

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 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 he's Maradona
Undercover, under the
My mind is a bad
Anybody, anyone see
I'd caught him eventually
Me and him have a thing that's
All the girls can look

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

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 I leave him for?
I couldn't ask for any
I send, I wouldn't 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 absurd

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

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

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

L8 CMMR, a L8 CMMR