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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know taste is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
else basic
You live life on an basis
With poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write in these songs dedicated to you
you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your and them?
I really wanna you all
I really show you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
nights when you curse this name
You up your girlfriends and
curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't her with that Atari
that ain't good game, homie, sorry
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, just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

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

Every time I write these words they become a
Making sure my curve, every letter is true
Living my in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, you trust it?
I mean you to hear this
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 fatal attraction is
And what we common is pain
I mean you to hear this
Love is not a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that
It's coherent, I can hear it,
your heartbeat
It either me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And before you go blind
P.S