Luyện nghe bài hát Sending My Love

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

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

[Chorus: Carlitta
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 +MY+ up?
Man, I don't much
But the thought of her hits me in the tear ducts
Too much honesty ahead, get
in the way society rears us
Commitment wears us, out it us, apart
and makes us we don't need to
and that turns into "I need you"
People want what and granddaddy had
But the ain't 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 don't two
Really don't wanna run, but I to
I to... Lemme get outta here

[Chorus 2: Carlitta
No pretending, baby I'm
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

[Outro:
Lemme take it on, take it on to the house
C'mon, c'mon Tigallo, be
Be strong, Tigallo! Be strong, just it home
I know she get on nerves sometimes
But man, you got a good at home, man
Just go home, 'bout 4: 30
Ain't nothin open time of night but legs and hospitals
Just go home, take it on home
Martin Luther did not die for niggas 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
Tigallo, c'mon Tigallo, be strong
Be, be real
I-I nigga, be REAL strong
N-Nigga, be STRONG.
...tss, the