Luyện nghe bài hát She Belongs To The Game

But I her though!
This the part the DJs kill on the intro
So sad, so sad, so sad
chick ain't yours
You mighta that girl
You said you love that girl
But she belong to the
And when she's me I let her do her thing
So what you frontin' for?
Ey nigga what you for?
She to the game
And she's with me I let her do her thing

I don't be cuffin' these
I be bustin these hoes
just the way that it go
Too nigga in the feel nigga
911 with the wood grain creeper
Drop top boy I ain't tryna money
It's a damn shame that you save honey
She just roam
Give a nigga
an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
Where you at, who you with, whole questions
Got her in a chicken no it's not wrestlin'
Super fly nigga, punk hold the ropes
Baby come for this 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, gettin' in the shower

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

A star turned rap star
I'm ???
We went to jail and turned Akbar
Did it for
I did it affection
Hit it with good ol' long hard erection
Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin'
Imma you the answer
I'm baby, later
Out yo door to get
When you come home there's no food you fed
Up get it, up it
Readin' like a sucker
Your girl sound asleep a real nigga 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 like flowers or movie dates
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my
One empty it out she lovin' the taste
That's the to put a smile on her face
chick 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 nigga you frontin' for?
Ey what you frontin' for?
She belong to the
And when she's me I let her do her thing
you had a wife huh
Busy tryna change that whole life huh
But that don't stop her from every night huh
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right
How you wife 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 and take her back anyway
Knowin' we could have 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

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