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 tryna kick it like a punt
My life is like a and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young
Could've been a but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money me
Big dog bitch no tramp no
Young ass nigga had a thing for old
But as I got I began to like 'em younga
To Heaven's I brung her
My she was under she say
Daddy
Daddy
they
Daddy
Daddy they do it like you can
I get chips Vegas and I am not a Blue 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 need a new man
Hello world I like you all to meet me a new man
Ha body stay on top of ma like Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
Fillin' up my cup
Where's that stuff again?
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
After you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's brothers
I get like a fuckin' Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and stay away the

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




Anyway it I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm this pole
A nigga wit' a flu ain't this cold
And I'm hotter than a fire 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 to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my green like a lawn
Don't worry I'm straight like arm
Don't I'm straight like combed hair
This world my pops and I was born here
tha cell to the jet call it Con Air
I my niggas that we will see better days

And is a better day