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

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

I really you play this
'Cause ol' you test my patience
With all seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've 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
Take you and mama to the motherland
I do it, maybe one day
When you out you're gonna need someone
you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, justice
You were so new to this but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would less
And we talk more
And they say communication relations, I can tell
But I can right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I write these words they become a
Making sure my curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that was proof
I'm poetic justice, poetic justice
If I you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I you need to hear this
Love is not a verb, it's you looking 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 we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear
Love is not a verb and I can see power steering
Sex when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it,
That's heartbeat
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours
And right you go blind
P.S