Luyện nghe bài hát Sending My Love

[Intro:
Look... You know so many 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 would kill for a home-cooked meal
I know, married men that'll kill for a quiet
Haha shit it's just, just all depend on your perspective
Youknahmean? nothin' perfect

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

[Chorus: Durand]
No pretending, I'm sending
Sending, all my to you

Here she goes again, I can her eyes closin in
It's like a game, but how the fuck am I supposed to win?
The O.G. say, "Cheer up"
But wants a scholar and a traveler
Hunter and a gatherer, and after I her
Now I put +MY+ spear up?
Man, I don't fear
But the thought of losing her hits me in the ducts
Too much honesty ahead, get
Something in the way rears us
wears us, out it tears us, apart
and makes us feel we don't to
and that turns "I don't need you"
People want grandma and granddaddy had
But the have options, nigga, we do
and we choose, to act
Not Jewish, but you hurt a man, baby he bruise/He-brews
Can barely handle one, I 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 (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 take it
I know she get on your nerves
But man, you got a good at home, man
Just go home, it-it-it's 4: 30
Ain't nothin open this of night but legs and hospitals
Just go home, just take it on
Martin Luther King did not die for to be trickin off on HOES, nigga
Just, just it home (all my love to you)
You the upstanding manm you got a good thang, man
C'mon Tigallo, c'mon Tigallo, be
Be, be strong
I-I mean nigga, be REAL
N-Nigga, be STRONG.
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