Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I swear 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 down right now, put me in the
I'm talking 'bout dark room,
Go, go!

I recognize your (hol' up!)
You ain't never say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
Everybody else
You life on an everyday basis
With justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in songs dedicated to you
When you're in the for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and
I wanna know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold when you curse this name
You called up your and
Y'all curled in that bitty Range I heard that
She go and party, she wanna go and party
don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
But I never right my wrongs
'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, just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I really you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
been taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't make
Young East African Girl, you too busy with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
Take you and your mama to the
I could do it, 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 from we come from
That sound like poetic justice, justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got
I mean I write poems in songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would less
And we would more
And they say communication relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them for real
P.S

Every time I write words 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 bloomed in a dark room, would 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, 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 hear
Love is not just a verb and I can see power
Sex drive when you swerve, I want interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
That's your
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you'll find mines in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And right you go blind
P.S