Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad put your hands up high, hands up high, hands 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 ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I know your is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody basic
You life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a room, would you trust it?
I mean I poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the for empathy, theres blood in my pen
yet where your friends and them?
I wanna know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of
Cold nights when you this name
You up your girlfriends and
Y'all 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 never right my
'less I write it 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 just you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I really hope you this
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all these seductive and all these one off vacations
You've been
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
Young East Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and mama to the motherland
I do it, maybe one day
you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you out it's 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 life but God you got adjusted
I mean I write 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 that walk
When I see thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk
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 a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, letter is true
Living my in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, you trust it?
I mean you need to hear
Love is not just a verb, you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can be insane
A attraction is common
And we have common is pain
I mean you need to this
is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
your heartbeat
It caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in lines
Sincerely, yours
And right before you go
P.S