Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
Lookin' like I'm up a bat for a blunt
I'm to the script tryna kick 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 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
they
Daddy
Daddy
they
Daddy they can't do it you can
I get chips like Vegas and I am not a Man
Too ice on my wrist and now I got a blue hand
And if I sing "Prostitute" she gon' need new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she gon' a new man
Hello world I would like you all to me a new man
Ha body stay on top of ma summer Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
Fillin' up my cup
Where's that purple stuff
I can't get of it
me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that purple stuff
I'm on some same 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 in sight
And I'm comin' back wit' a flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped
Or I'ma have to shoot it out the cops tonight I swear
And tell the jack boys not
Cuz I N'Sync but I will pop tonight
Yeah, that's if you ain't got that price then go
way,
way,
We even negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be open gates
so appropriate
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 gettin' paper like 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 yeah my word
bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby like Erve
I still go through the hood just to kiss ma curb
'Cause I love block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God found me like a needle in a
And I'm so for war cuz I'm a genius for the battle
on my mind, that's all I think of
Married to the game, takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah my theme song
Smokin' two L's, bells like ding dong
I got my wings on
Flyer than the
I don't rest I goin'
I just 'em like




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

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

And is a better day