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 chick ain't
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 nigga what you frontin'
Ey nigga what you frontin'
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 these
just the way that 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 shame that you tryna save
She wanna roam
Give a nigga
Without an insecure blowin' up her phone
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta
Got her in a chicken no it's not wrestlin'
Super fly nigga, 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, dirty in the shower

That chick ain't
You mighta fucked that
You said you love that 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 she's with me I let her do her thing

A crack star rap star
I'm ???
We went to jail and Allahu 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
books like a sucker
Your girl sound asleep cause a real fucked her
You reach for the and she tell you don't touch her
You put the on your face and yell 'Oh brother'
She don't like flowers or dates
She like my in her mouth and gun on my waist
One shot empty it out she lovin' the
That's the shit to put a on her face
That chick 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 nigga what you frontin'
Ey nigga you frontin' for?
She to the game
And when she's me I let her do her thing
Thought you had a huh
Busy trickin' tryna change whole life huh
But that don't stop her from every night huh
Shoulda that that bitch wasn't right bruh
How could you her
Hov had her
Ab had her
We all hit it player you ain't the batter
Yeah you her man but you don't matter
If you the shit we did you'd prolly stab her
Then turn around and take her anyway
Knowin' we could have bitch 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 fucked girl
You mighta said you love that
But she belong to the
And when with me I let her do her thing
So nigga what you frontin'
Ey nigga what you frontin'
She belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing

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