Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I swear she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the 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 say shit (woo!)
And I know your is
A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
else basic
You live on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs to you
you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet your friends and them?
I really know you all
I wanna show you off
that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you this name
You up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't her with that Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I never right my wrongs
'less I 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, know just, just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a

I really you play this
'Cause ol' girl you my patience
With all seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been
a lot for me to take in
It make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy with your other man
I was to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and mama to the motherland
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 where we from
sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight
And we talk more
And they say save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I them down for real
P.S

Every time I these words they become a taboo
Making my punctuation 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 in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to this
Love is not a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
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 mean you need to hear
is not just a verb and I can see power steering
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 gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And right you go blind
P.S