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

I recognize fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I know taste is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody basic
You live life on an basis
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I you that a flower bloomed in a dark 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
Better yet where friends and them?
I really know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, up plenty of champagne
nights when you curse this name
You called up girlfriends and
curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that
Nigga ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
But I could never right my
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, just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off
You've taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It make sense
Young African 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
When you out you're gonna need someone
you figure 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 this life but God damn you got
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 that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight
And we would more
And they say save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real
P.S

Every time I write words they become a taboo
Making sure my curve, every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you it?
I mean you need to hear
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the
Love is not a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A fatal attraction is
And what we common is pain
I mean you need to hear
is not just a verb and I can see power 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 slow and find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And right before you go
P.S