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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I your taste is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else
You life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these dedicated to you
When you're in the for empathy, theres blood 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 bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't approach her with Atari
Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
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, know just, know just you want
justice, put it in a song

I hope you play this
ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations
You've taken
a lot for me to take in
It make 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 your to the motherland
I could do it, one day
When you out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all here in the city
And you don't run from where we from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic
You were so new to life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in sundress (ooh!)
God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I wish we would fight less
And we would talk
And they say communication save relations, I can
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real
P.S

Every time I these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear
Love is not just a verb, you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A fatal attraction is
And what we have common is
I mean you need to hear
is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive you swerve, I want that interference
coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's heartbeat
It caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in lines
Sincerely, truly
And right you go blind
P.S