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
Tell 'em dim the lights right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room,
Go, go!

I recognize fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
Everybody basic
You live life on an basis
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, theres in my pen
Better yet where your friends and
I really wanna you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you this name
You called up your and
Y'all curled in that bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
Nigga don't her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
But I could never 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
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't make
East 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 mama to the
I do it, maybe 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 where we from
That sound like poetic justice, justice
You were so new to this but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I 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 walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just we would fight less
And we would more
And they say communication save relations, I can
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them for real
P.S

Every time I these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every is true
Living my life in the margin and metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, 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, it's you for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A attraction is common
And what we have common is
I you need to hear 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 it, mmhmm
That's heartbeat
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these
Sincerely, truly
And before you go blind
P.S