Luyện nghe bài hát Sending My Love

[Intro:
Look... You know that so people be askin me like,
"Man, how do you do it? How do you happy in love?"
Ehehe, I think it's really a state of mind
I mean, I single men that would kill for a home-cooked meal
I know, married men kill for a quiet house
Haha shit it's just, it's all depend on your perspective
Youknahmean? Ain't perfect

Yo, my mind in zone, and voice in another tone
Arguin about shit rooted in some other shit
Long short, it was a night that I ain't feel like comin home
So I hit the streets, to a couple places I hit for weeks
Saw a pretty girl, kissed her - mwah, say magnifique
She favored my ex, some flirtin
A total diversion, but sometimes all
a nigga need to get one day to the next
She's placin her bets, and respect
Next thing, we walkin out and I'm payin the
Aw man.

[Chorus: Carlitta
No pretending, baby I'm
Sending, all my to you

Here she goes again, I can her eyes closin in
like a rigged game, but how the fuck am I supposed to win?
The O.G. say, "Cheer up"
But wifey wants a and a traveler
Hunter and a gatherer, and after I her
Now I gotta put spear up?
Man, I don't fear
But the thought of losing her hits me in the tear
Too much ahead, get earplugs
Something in the way rears us
Commitment wears us, out it us, apart
and makes us we don't need to
and turns into "I don't need you"
want what grandma and granddaddy had
But the have options, nigga, we do
and we choose, to act
Not Jewish, but when you a man, baby he bruise/He-brews
Can barely one, I don't need two
Really wanna run, but I need to
I need to... get outta here

[Chorus 2: Carlitta
No pretending, I'm sending
Sending, all my to you
No pretending, I am
Sending, all my to you

[Bridge: (Phonte)
Sending, all my to you (Oh yeah, yeah)
Sending, all my to you (Yeah, yeah)
I am defending (I send it on home)
Sending, all my to you

Phonte]
Lemme just it on, take it on to the house
C'mon, Tigallo, be strong
Be strong, Tigallo! Be strong, just it home
I know she get on nerves sometimes
But man, you got a woman at home, man
Just go home, it-it-it's 4: 30
Ain't nothin open time of night but legs and hospitals
go home, just take it on home
Martin Luther King did not die for to be trickin off on HOES, nigga
Just, just take it (all my love to you)
You the upstanding family you got a good thang, man
C'mon Tigallo, c'mon Tigallo, be
Be, be strong
I-I mean nigga, be strong
N-Nigga, be STRONG.
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