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 lights right now, put me in the mood
I'm 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (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 bloomed in a 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
yet where your friends and them?
I really know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this
You up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard
She go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga approach her with that Atari
Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, a nation, I can tell
But I never 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
justice, put it in a song

I really hope you play
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all these seductive and all these one off vacations
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
Young African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, one day
you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out all right here in the city
And you don't run where we come from
sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You so new to this life but God damn 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 for?
When I see thing 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 I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I these words they become a taboo
Making my punctuation curve, every letter is true
Living my in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I you need to hear this
Love is not a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a
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 drive when you swerve, I that interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
That's your
It caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And right you go blind
P.S