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
That ain't yours
You mighta fucked that
You mighta said you that girl
But she to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And when 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 grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain't tryna save
It's a damn shame you tryna save honey
She wanna roam
Give a nigga
an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta
Got her in a chicken wing no not wrestlin'
Super fly nigga, punk nigga the ropes
Baby come through for body slam, whoah
She ain't under arrest, let the free
Let her out and fuck with a real g
H-O-S-T at the crib,
Jet jacuzzi, gettin' in the shower

That ain't yours
You fucked that girl
You mighta said you that girl
But she belong to the
And when she's me I let her do her thing
So what you frontin' for?
Ey what 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 jail and turned Akbar
Did it for
I did it affection
Hit it that good ol' long hard erection
Shawty ask 'Why you such a playa?'
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 a sucker
Your sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the booty and she you don't touch her
You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh
She like flowers or movie 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
chick ain't yours
You fucked that girl
You mighta said you love girl
But she belong to the
And when she's me I let her do her thing
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' night huh
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't bruh
How you wife her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it player you ain't the only
Yeah you her man but you don't matter
If you knew the shit we did prolly stab her
turn around and take her back anyway
Knowin' we could have that any way
Misisionary, style, any day
worry, crack 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 girl
You mighta you love that girl
But she belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey what you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing

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