Luyện nghe bài hát She Belongs To The Game

But I her though!
This the the DJs gonna kill on the intro
So sad, so sad, so sad
chick ain't yours
You fucked that girl
You mighta said you love girl
But she to the game
And when she's with me I let her do her
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey what you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing

I don't be these hoes
I just be bustin hoes
just the way that it go
Too nigga in the feel nigga
911 with the wood grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain't tryna money
a damn shame that you tryna save honey
She wanna roam
a nigga dome
Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta
Got her in a chicken wing no it's not
Super fly nigga, punk hold the ropes
come through for this body slam, whoah
She ain't arrest, let the girl free
Let her come out and fuck with a g
H-O-S-T at the crib,
Jet jacuzzi, gettin' dirty in the

chick ain't yours
You fucked that girl
You said you love that girl
But she belong to the
And when she's with me I let her do her
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey nigga you frontin' for?
She to the game
And when she's with me I let her do her

A crack star turned rap
I'm ???
We went to jail and turned Allahu
Did it for
I did it with
Hit it with that good ol' hard erection
ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
Imma text you the
I'm baby, later
Out yo door to get
When you come home there's no food you fed
Up get it, up it
books like a sucker
Your sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the booty and she tell you touch her
You put the on your face and yell 'Oh brother'
She don't like or movie dates
She like my dick in her and gun on my waist
One shot it out she lovin' the taste
That's the shit to put a on her face
chick ain't yours
You fucked that girl
You mighta said you love girl
But she to the game
And when she's with me I let her do her
So what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing
Thought you had a huh
Busy trickin' tryna that whole life huh
But that don't stop her from creepin' every huh
Shoulda knew that bitch wasn't right bruh
How could you her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it player you ain't the only
you her man but you don't even matter
If you knew the shit we did prolly stab her
Then turn around and take her anyway
we could have that bitch any way
Misisionary, style, any day
Don't worry, a smile, you'll be OK!

So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad

That ain't yours
You mighta fucked that
You mighta said you love that
But she to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing

( So sad, so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad, so sad ) x2