Luyện nghe bài hát Make U Mine

Yeah, uhh

I know I make you wanna the one you with
But I ain't Usher
I'm the kid they rush to blamin', for the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' the same when I ask
"What's my name" and yell F A B ooh
You shouldn't even brought her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed with an order of protection,
I'm wreckless now
'Cause I'm the reason that your girlfriends are your now

I'm the fella keep 'em yellin', and it's nuttin' to get 'em
I don't sweat em', its what I em' and they quickly forget em'
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that met em'
And I let em', 'cause I can bend em' and it's more the denim
But I've been on the move, you dudes be sleeping
The coupe on 22's keep the shorty
And she won't tell the truth, she too used to
When Mike is in the booth, it's the truth I'm

Any girl I gave it to can't even go love man
I give it to 'em like no other can
She say, "My man can barely me"
But boy you me scream, like a scary movie
On top of that I'm then the rest of the gangstas
And I knew dude you met, was a wanksta
Oh, homie, your girl is with the Street Fam Homie
And she fuckin' with you

It's a shame, you lames can't even your dames
And it's insane the way, that she me brain
My pimp the same, don't forget the name
And chicks peep the chain, they just can't restrain
Shorty try to fake it, just up and face it
Your time is being wasted, your a basic
See it all in his face, that he's and tasteless
But life is what you make it, just watch the

I bet man can't do it like me
His veins pump pimp fluid like me
He's nowhere or like me
And he probably think you in check
Is buying you a of Nike's
Why wouldn't I get dome her
When the digits on my checks, look like phone
Fuck it, you might as well tell that buster skid
Not cockrin can help him win this custody battle

Catch me in the club, a case of bub
And a chick to rub, niggas hate because
When sit in the truck, they be quick to fuck
I'm getting a nut, they just lick it up
I'm their favorite, the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get shortys out of
But they crave the chips, how many the can fit
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it

That's we got the hang of it
Mike

Street
storm
I know you his but I make you mine
You know, ha ha,