Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the
I'm 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

I recognize fragrance (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else
You life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in songs dedicated to you
When in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet your friends and them?
I really wanna you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
nights when you curse this name
You called up your and
Y'all curled in that little bitty I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't approach her with Atari
Nigga that ain't game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my
'less I it down for real, P.S

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You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, just, know just, know just what you want
justice, put it in a song

I hope you play this
'Cause ol' you test my patience
With all these photographs and all these one off vacations
You've taken
a lot for me to take in
It make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your man
I was to put you on game, put you on a plane
you and your mama to the motherland
I do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna someone
When you figure out all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come
That sound poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to life but God damn you got adjusted
I I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that (ooh!)
Good God, what you that walk for?
When I see thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we talk more
And they say save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real
P.S

Every time I write words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is
Living my life in the margin and that was proof
I'm poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you to hear this
is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a
Call me crazy, We can both be
A fatal is common
And what we have is pain
I mean you need to this
Love is not just a verb and I can see steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I that interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
your heartbeat
It either me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these
Sincerely, truly
And right before you go
P.S