Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
like I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script kick it like a punt
My life is like a and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Baby
been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash made me
Big dog bitch no tramp no
ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em
To Heaven's I brung her
My she was under she say
they
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy they do it like you can
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a Man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' need new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she gon' a new man
world I would like you all to meet me a new man
Ha stay on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
up my cup again
Where's that purple stuff
I get enough of it
me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that purple again
I'm on same color shit
you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and away from the

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out the cops tonight I swear
And tell the boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you got that price then go
way,
way,
We can't negotiate
Big money heavy
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be them gates
Flow so
Don't associate me the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka trip
Like a engine I come under the hood bitch
But now a nigga paper like a booklet
They hope you wit' it
But now I it and now they
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it back that's my word
bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to kiss ma
'Cause I love that block nigga Eagle and
O.G.'s, G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God found me a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a for the battle
on my mind, that's all I think of
Married to the game, never takin' my off
M.O.B. yeah that's my song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells ding dong
Yeah I got my on
Flyer than the
I rest I keep goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em




Anyway it goes get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' pole
A nigga a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a
Steppin' out my shower a lion in a robe
Eyein' hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp.,
elevate
And get

And never
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and blonde
I'm on top of my like a lawn chair
worry I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry I'm like combed hair
This world fucked my pops and I was here
From tha to the jet call it Con Air
I told my niggas we will see better days

And is a better day