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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
Everybody else
You live on an everyday basis
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you it?
I mean I write poems in these songs to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, blood in my pen
yet where your friends and them?
I wanna know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this
You called up girlfriends and
Y'all in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and
Nigga don't approach her with Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
say conversation, rule 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, just, know just, know just, know just what you want
justice, put it in a song

I hope you play this
ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all one off vacations
You've been
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
Young East African Girl, you too 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 do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna someone
When you figure out all right here in the city
And you don't run where we come from
That sound poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk
When I see that 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 they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter is
Living my life in the and that 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 this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the
Love is not just a verb, it's you for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A fatal is common
And what we have common is
I you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see steering
Sex when you swerve, I want that interference
coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's heartbeat
It either me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And right you go blind
P.S