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 script tryna it like a punt
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Jr. call me Young Baby
Could've been a but Cash Money saved me
I was little but the cash money made me
Big dog no tramp no lady
Young ass had a thing for old ladies
But as I got I began to like 'em younga
To Heaven's I brung her
My wing she was she say
they
Daddy
they
Daddy
Daddy they do it like you can
I get chips like and I am not a Blue Man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a hand
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' need some new
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she need a new man
world 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 that stuff again?
I can't get of it
Point me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm it
Wit' purple stuff again
I'm on same color shit
After you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's bitch
I get money like a Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and stay away the

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a whole tonight
Lord, don't let me get tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the tonight I swear
And tell the jack not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got that then go
way,
way,
We even negotiate
Big money heavy
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be open gates
Flow so
Don't associate me wit' the
One wish, I wish a mothafucka trip
a engine I come from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper a booklet
ain't hope you wit' it
But now I took it and now
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 ma curb
'Cause I love that nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, G's, Bettles, and Barrows
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
Yeah I got my on
Flyer the rest
I don't I keep goin'
I just 'em like




Anyway it goes get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' this
A nigga a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a in a hole
Steppin' out my like a lion in a robe
Eyein' these
in my hol...ster, syrup, purp., cher
Let's
And get

And hate
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and hair
I'm on top of my green a lawn chair
Don't I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry I'm like combed hair
world fucked my pops and I was born here
From tha cell to the jet it Con Air
I told my niggas that we will see days

And is a better day