Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I know taste is
A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
else basic
You live on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in songs dedicated to you
you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and
I really wanna you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold when you curse 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
Nigga don't approach her with that
Nigga that ain't good game, homie,
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
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 what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I really you play this
'Cause ol' you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
You've taken
a lot for me to take in
It don't make
Young African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your to the motherland
I could do it, one day
When you figure out you're need someone
When you figure out all right here in the city
And you don't run from we come from
That sound like justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got
I mean I write poems in these songs, to the fun sex
Your natural hair and soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight
And we would talk
And they say save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I write these words they become a
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is
Living my life in the and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic
If I you that a flower bloomed 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, it's you looking for a
me crazy, We can both be insane
A attraction is common
And we have common is pain
I mean you to hear this
Love is not just a and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want interference
It's coherent, I can hear it,
your heartbeat
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in lines
Sincerely, yours
And right you go blind
P.S