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, 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 fragrance (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know taste is
A little bit (mmm) high (ooh)
Everybody else
You life on an everyday basis
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, blood in my pen
Better yet where your and them?
I really know you all
I wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold nights when you this name
You called up girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I 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 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
justice, put it in a song

I really hope you play
'Cause ol' 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 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 figure out it's all right here in the
And you run from where we come from
That sound like justice, poetic justice
You so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing walk for?
When I see that thing move, I wish we would fight less
And we would talk
And they say save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write down for real
P.S

Every I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every is true
Living my life in the and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the
Love is not just a verb, you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can be insane
A fatal is common
And what we have common is
I mean you need to this
Love is not just a and I can see power steering
Sex when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it,
your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me,
Breathe slow and you'll gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours
And right you go blind
P.S