Luyện nghe bài hát She Belongs To The Game

But I her though!
This the part the DJs kill on the intro
So sad, so sad, so sad
chick ain't yours
You mighta fucked girl
You mighta 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

I don't be cuffin' hoes
I just be bustin hoes
That's just the way it go
Too nigga in the feel nigga
Porsche 911 with the wood grain
Drop top boy I ain't tryna save
It's a damn that you tryna save honey
She just wanna
Give a nigga
Without an 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 nigga the ropes
Baby come through for this slam, whoah
She ain't under arrest, let the girl
Let her come out and fuck a real g
H-O-S-T at the crib,
Jet jacuzzi, gettin' in the shower

That chick yours
You mighta fucked that
You mighta said you love that
But she belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing
So what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And when she's me I let her do her thing

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

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