Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I swear she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout room, perfume
Go, go!

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know taste is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
else basic
You live life on an everyday
With justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust 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 friends and them?
I really wanna you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold nights you curse this name
You up your girlfriends and
curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
Nigga don't approach her that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie,
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
But I could right my wrongs
'less I 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, just, know just, know just, know just what you want
justice, put it in a song

I really hope you this
ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't make
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with other man
I was to put you on game, put you on a plane
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 in the city
And you don't run from where we from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic
You were so new to this life but God 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 walk for?
When I see that move, I just wish we would fight less
And we talk more
And say communication 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 words become a taboo
Making sure my curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that was proof
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you 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 have common is
I mean you to hear this
Love is not just a and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that
coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's your
It either me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in lines
Sincerely, truly
And before you go blind
P.S