Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies

You know I love you like food, I'm a good dude
hit the Roscoe's on Pico, I'm in a hood mood
I'm sittin' thinkin' 'bout all the things I could do
So what you do is
Play your position for bags, we poppin' tags
Her shoe sick, we drinkin' Ace out of Red Bottles
True gang shit, fuck me and you're famous
my bitch, now she's away from the nameless
Camera from strangers, turn a Range to a manger
Jesus piece on the plate, yea my baby an
Fell straight up out of Heaven into we into
Who we'd grew into, whatever we into
That's too much for your mental so we snapback
Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc'
My ladybug, yea she like that
In them Trues, why you move that

You know my always on
She I need it so
She she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all
My got me going
I'm she already knows
She she can get
All that, all that, all

Uh, you my
And that feel like a haven
We can make babies, be creative
She say leave them alone but I'm a skater
I her like her daddy, told her no man would
I got a lot of bad bitches, she the one good
I got her flowers for nothing, she smiling and
If I answer my phone, then we probably fucking, ya
She love my
got no room for her name but I'mma make room
She let her hair down, we have a stare
She said "I'm glad you ate it, my cap & gown?"
Told her "I can be your chauffeur," like a limo
orgasms, that's my M.O
Red pretty
I kiss her her titty to her clitty

You know my lady on
She I need it so
She she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all
My got me going
I'm she already knows
She she can get
All that, all that, all

Look, my sweet like my hotel floor
where they ran through more keys than a hotel door
Indeed, give her the D now the whole know
Feel like I'm looking down from screaming "Oh, Hell no!"
When you hop on top, girl, that's it feel like
She always had a player back like them field
And time I left it ain't feel right
Cheated on her and she stayed, that's real life
Cause hard when you ain't on the same coast
Burning in the club so all these girls want toast
Hoes try and wave but we ain't on the same
They trying to sink everything that we float
She me 'bout her ex man, her old boy stories
And how she had a dildo, you know, toy
Don't fuck her on her period, ain't horror stories
I take her to my favourite restaurant she order for me, she know me

You know my lady on
She know I it so
She she can get
All that, all that, all that, all that, all
My got me going
I'm where she knows
She she can get
All that, all that, all

I'm your style
I'm loving your
I how your jeans fit
You're killing bag
You them heels
Your diamonds are
You give me the chills,
You all