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 right now, put me in the
I'm talking dark room, perfume
Go, go!

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody basic
You life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, theres in my pen
Better yet where your friends and
I wanna know you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this
You called up girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
Nigga don't her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie,
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
But I could never my wrongs
I write 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, know just, just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my
With all seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
Young East Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
you and your mama to the motherland
I do it, maybe one day
you figure 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
That sound poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and 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 would talk
And they say communication relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them for real
P.S

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