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 ain't yours
You mighta that girl
You mighta said you 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 for?
She belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing

I don't be these hoes
I just be bustin hoes
just the way that it go
Too real nigga in the feel
Porsche 911 with the grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain't tryna save
It's a shame that 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 the ropes
Baby come through for body slam, whoah
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

That ain't yours
You mighta fucked that
You mighta you love 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

A star turned rap star
I'm ???
We to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Did it for
I did it with
Hit it with that ol' long hard erection
Shawty ask you such a motherfukin' playa?'
text you the answer
I'm gone baby,
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 sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
You reach for the booty and she tell you touch her
You put the pillow on your face and 'Oh brother'
She don't like or movie dates
She like my dick in her and gun on my waist
One shot it out she lovin' the taste
the shit to put a smile on her face
That ain't yours
You mighta fucked that
You mighta said you love that
But she belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing
Thought you had a huh
Busy trickin' change that whole life huh
But that stop her from creepin' every night huh
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't bruh
How could you her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it you ain't the only batter
Yeah you her man but you don't even
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
worry, crack 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 girl
But she to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you for?
Ey nigga what you frontin'
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