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 stay in love?"
Ehehe, I think really just a state of mind
I mean, I know single men that would kill for a meal
I know, married men kill for a quiet house
Haha it's just, it's just all depend on your perspective
Ain't nothin' perfect

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

Carlitta Durand]
No pretending, baby I'm
Sending, all my to you

Here she goes again, I can feel her eyes in
It's like a 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 I capture her
Now I gotta put spear up?
Man, I don't much
But the thought of losing her me in the tear ducts
Too honesty ahead, get earplugs
Something in the way society us
Commitment wears us, out it tears us,
and makes us we don't need to
and that turns "I don't need you"
People want what grandma and 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 handle one, I need two
Really don't wanna run, but I to
I need to... get outta here

[Chorus 2: Durand]
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 (I wanna send it on home)
Sending, all my to you

[Outro:
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 your sometimes
But man, you got a good at home, man
go home, it-it-it's 'bout 4: 30
Ain't nothin open this time of night but and hospitals
Just go home, just take it on
Luther King did not die for niggas to be trickin off on HOES, nigga
Just, just it home (all my love to you)
You the family manm you got a good thang, man
Tigallo, c'mon Tigallo, be strong
Be, be real
I-I mean nigga, be strong
N-Nigga, be STRONG.
...tss, the