Luyện nghe bài hát She Belongs To The Game

But I her though!
This the part the DJs gonna kill on the
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 what you frontin'
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing

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

That chick yours
You fucked that girl
You mighta said you love 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 for?
She to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing

A crack turned rap star
I'm ???
We to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Did it for
I did it affection
Hit it with that good ol' hard erection
ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
Imma you the answer
I'm baby, later
Out yo to get bread
you come home there's no food still you fed
Up get it, up it
Readin' books like a
Your girl sound asleep cause a real fucked her
You reach for the booty and she tell you touch her
You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh
She don't like or movie dates
She my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
One shot empty it out she the taste
That's the shit to put a smile on her
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 what you 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 change that life huh
But that don't stop her from creepin' night huh
Shoulda that that bitch wasn't right bruh
How could you her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it you ain't the only batter
you her man but you don't even matter
If you knew the shit we did you'd stab her
Then turn around and take her back
Knowin' we could have that any way
Misisionary, style, any day
Don't worry, crack a smile, be OK!

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

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

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