Luyện nghe bài hát She Belongs To The Game

But I her though!
This the part the DJs gonna on the intro
So sad, so sad, so sad
That chick yours
You mighta fucked that
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 what you frontin'
She belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing

I don't be cuffin' these
I just be bustin these
just the way that it go
Too real in the feel nigga
Porsche 911 the wood grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain't save money
It's a shame that you tryna save honey
She just wanna
Give a dome
an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
Where you at, who you with, whole questions
Got her in a chicken no it's not wrestlin'
Super fly nigga, punk hold the ropes
come through for this body slam, whoah
She ain't under arrest, let the girl
Let her come out and fuck a real g
at the crib, power
Jet jacuzzi, dirty in the shower

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

A star turned rap star
I'm ???
We went to and turned Allahu Akbar
Did it for
I did it affection
Hit it with that good ol' long hard
ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
Imma you the answer
I'm gone baby,
Out yo door to get
When you come home no food still you fed
Up get it, up it
Readin' books like a
Your girl asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the booty and she tell you don't her
You put the pillow on face and yell 'Oh brother'
She don't like flowers or dates
She my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
One empty it out she lovin' the taste
That's the shit to put a smile on her
That 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 what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you frontin'
She to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing
Thought you had a huh
trickin' tryna change that whole life huh
But that don't stop her creepin' every night huh
Shoulda that that bitch wasn't right bruh
How you wife her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it you ain't the only batter
Yeah you her man but you even matter
If you knew the shit we did prolly stab her
Then turn around and take her back
Knowin' we could have that 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 chick ain't
You mighta that girl
You mighta said you love that
But she to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And when she's with me I let her do her

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