Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

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




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

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no cops in
And I'm comin' wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the cops I swear
And tell the boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I will pop
Yeah, right if you ain't got that price then go
way,
way,
We even negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to gates
Hope it be them open
so appropriate
Don't associate me wit' the
One wish, I a mothafucka would trip
Like a engine I from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' like a booklet
ain't hope you wit' it
But now I it and now they
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it back yeah that's my
Bling bling in the dictionary, that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby just like
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to ma curb
'Cause I that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God found me like a in a barrel
And I'm so for war cuz I'm a genius for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I of
Married to the game, takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like ding
I got my wings on
Flyer the rest
I don't rest I goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em




Anyway it I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' pole
A wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a in a hole
Steppin' out my shower like a in a robe
these 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 green a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm like arm hair
Don't worry I'm straight like hair
This world fucked my and I was born here
From tha to the jet call it Con Air
I told my niggas that we will see days

And is a better day