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

I don't be cuffin' hoes
I be bustin these hoes
That's just the way it go
Too real nigga in the feel
Porsche 911 with the wood grain
Drop top boy I tryna save money
a damn shame that you tryna save honey
She just wanna
a nigga dome
Without an insecure nigga up her phone
you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
Got her in a chicken wing no not wrestlin'
Super fly nigga, nigga hold 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
H-O-S-T at the crib,
Jet jacuzzi, gettin' in the shower

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

A crack star rap star
I'm ???
We to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Did it for
I did it with
Hit it that good ol' long hard erection
Shawty ask 'Why you a motherfukin' playa?'
text you the answer
I'm gone baby,
Out yo to get bread
When you home there's no food still you fed
Up get it, up it
Readin' books like a
Your girl sound asleep cause a real fucked her
You reach for the booty and she you don't touch her
You put the pillow on your and yell 'Oh brother'
She don't like flowers or movie
She like my in her mouth and gun on my waist
One shot it out she lovin' the taste
That's the to put a smile on her face
That ain't yours
You mighta that girl
You mighta said you love girl
But she belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey nigga you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And she's with me I let her do her thing
you had a wife huh
Busy trickin' tryna 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 player you ain't the batter
Yeah you her man but you don't matter
If you knew the shit we did you'd prolly her
Then turn around and take her back
Knowin' we have that 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 yours
You mighta that girl
You said you love that girl
But she to the game
And when she's with me I let her do her
So nigga you frontin' for?
Ey nigga you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And when she's with me I let her do her

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