Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, minute, man I swear 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 now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room,
Go, go!

I recognize your (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I know taste is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
Everybody basic
You live life on an everyday
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in songs dedicated to you
When you're in the for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your and them?
I really know you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold when you curse this name
You called up your and
Y'all curled in little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
Nigga don't approach her with Atari
that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
But I never right my wrongs
'less I write it 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
justice, put it in a song

I really hope you this
'Cause ol' girl you test my
all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
Young East African Girl, you too 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 could do it, one day
When you figure out you're gonna need
When you figure out it's all here in the city
And you don't run from where we from
That like poetic justice, poetic 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!)
Good God, you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I wish we would fight less
And we talk more
And they say communication relations, I can tell
But I can never right my unless I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I write these they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you it?
I mean you to hear this
Love is not 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 fatal is common
And what we have is pain
I you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power
Sex drive when you swerve, I that interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
That's heartbeat
It either me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold in these lines
Sincerely, yours
And right before you go
P.S