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

I don't be cuffin' these
I just be bustin hoes
That's the way that it go
Too real nigga in the feel
Porsche 911 with the wood creeper
Drop top boy I ain't tryna money
It's a damn shame you tryna save honey
She just roam
Give a nigga
Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her
you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
Got her in a chicken wing no it's not
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the
Baby come through for this body slam,
She under arrest, let the girl free
Let her come out and with a real g
at the crib, power
Jet jacuzzi, dirty in the shower

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

A crack star turned rap
I'm ???
We went to jail and turned Akbar
Did it for
I did it affection
Hit it with that good ol' long hard
Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin'
text 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 sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the and she tell you don't touch her
You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh
She don't flowers or movie dates
She my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
One shot empty it out she lovin' the
the shit to put a smile on her face
That chick ain't
You mighta that girl
You said you love that girl
But she belong to the
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
Thought you had a huh
Busy trickin' tryna change that whole huh
But that don't stop her from creepin' every huh
Shoulda knew 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 you'd prolly her
Then turn and take her back 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

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

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