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

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

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

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