Luyện nghe bài hát Ms. Platonic Part 2

Hehe, yeah, yeah,
Reminiscin' last year about Keisy, remember
to my crib lookin' for some platonic friendship
Gave me the blue balls, askin' me for beats and

Now she's I can't get the draws off
I spend some cash at the mall?
Haha, biaaaatch, okay, go shoppin'
(Okay, no Mr. Nice Guy)

year, Kizzy with the d-cup bra
Gave me blue balls, for me to get raw
I hear town she still wants to be friends
And if I pay I might hit it, I'm revenge

'Cause she me all swoll in the balls
Workin' my wrist to Lucy Liu and punchin' holes in the walls
But don't know I got plans
She pay for all the times she left me usin' my hands

Figure I could her to the motel
In the Poconos to bone I spend a little ends
I gotta trick for sex to get plan off
I get a nut, and the kind that's hands off

her up at 3 to go trick at the mall
Spent a cash, kept receipts for it all
She thinkin' I'm rich, bitch, my shit ain't even bar coded
gold-diggin' too hard to notice

(Let me $50 for a brand new dress)
Haha baby, no doubt, 'cause I'm tear your back out
Callin' me a trick, I ain't to go that route
Shit gets returned she gets burned
I buy her the dress but soon learn

(And I'm not this to you because
(I like you or anything that, it's just that)

Last year you gave me balls
Bein' a friend
(Sing song)
Now you I'm crazy paid
So you wanna give me the
(Sing song)

my dough for nothin'
You must be crack
(At the top of lungs)
Of course I'll buy the
But after I hit it, I'm takin' it
(Biatch)

I remember when I spent no loot, she me
But now the cash register keeps her horny
(I promise ya, you'll just with me)
(And you're drippin' in mink and jewelry)

But I hate gold-diggers, I'ma slay her play her
I'll this chick screamin' and I'll lay her
(Fuck you, you bastard)
But a slight chance she might not bone?
Dog, she's a 100 away, how the fuck is she gettin' home?

Oh
(Are you ready to your panties off?)
(That's right, take off all clothes, good, he)
(Biatch)

Now I hit her
(Who's is this?)
Ironic seein' Ms. Platonic down on knees
I had to pause, dog, you shoulda my grill
and passin' out the sleepin' pills

Gased 'cause she thinkin' that I'm to pay her
bitch is knocked out an hour later
Gather up the gear I just bought the receipts and the tags
Even took the new shoes off her and her bag

Think I would pay to get the ass like a
I went back to and returned every bit of it
Lettin' me it off last year with some friendship
And only wanna when I spend shit

100 miles away, I'm at the crib screenin' my
She up the voice mail
(Stunt, a taxi)
Laugh when I think of last when the fish wasn't bitin'
Now the bitch is
(I wish someone would tell me what done to deserve this)