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 hands up high, hands up high, up high
Tell 'em dim the down right now, put me in the mood
I'm 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

I recognize your (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else
You live life on an everyday
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you it?
I mean I poems in these songs dedicated to you
you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your and them?
I really know you all
I really show you off
that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse name
You called up your and
curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She go and party, she wanna go and party
don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
But I never right 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, just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I really hope you this
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations
been taken
a lot for me to take in
It don't sense
East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
Take you and your mama to the
I do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need
When you figure out it's all right here in the
And you don't run from we come from
That sound like justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God 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 doing walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just we would fight less
And we would 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 these they become a taboo
Making sure my curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the and that metaphor was proof
I'm poetic justice, poetic justice
If I you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear
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 be insane
A fatal attraction is
And what we common is pain
I mean you need to this
Love is not just a and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
That's your
It either caught me or it called me,
Breathe slow and you'll find mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours
And before you go blind
P.S