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

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

I really hope you play
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
Take you and your mama to the
I could do it, 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
That like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, 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?
I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk
And they say communication save relations, I can
But I can never my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I write words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, letter is true
my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower 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, you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A attraction is common
And what we common is pain
I mean you need to this
is not just 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 your
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