Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never say shit (woo!)
And I your taste is
A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else
You live on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write in these 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
Cold nights when you this name
You called up girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I never right my wrongs
'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, know just, just, know just what you want
justice, put it in a song

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

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