Luyện nghe bài hát Sick Of Being Lonely (dirty South Mix)

I'm so of bein' lonely
Every night while my man out with his homies
I wanna know how it to be loved, be loved
of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out his homies
I wanna how it feels to be loved, be loved

Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me,
(What's on?)
Any night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh
(What's on?)
Any other night, be callin' me, stallin' me, ha
(What's on?)
Any night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
(What's on?)

Hmmm, but seem different
Man, it's about fishy, I'm so confused
'Cuz I ain't get shhh
My wife hit me on my pager or cell
And when I call her, I gettin' the damn voice mail

goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
For goin' and comin' home at four in the mornin'
Hopin' ya home alone like
But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be

I'm so sick of bein'
night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it to be loved, be loved
Sick of bein'
Every night while my man goes out his homies
I wanna how it feels to be loved, be loved
I'm so sick of lon

Ahh, don't finish yo
You alone me, I'll be yo replacement
Put me in the coach, you can let that lame go
Let me lick you on your and go down to yo ankles
ain't no mo' better, freakier feller

From the field to creep wit', ya guys are dummy
Honey, you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a plate of neck
Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny compete with me
'Cuz I be and goin', growin'

Put mo' motion in ya ocean from night to
Heavy huffin' and puffin', stankin' and yawnin'
Somethin' so pretty as you at home alone, unbelieveable
when the cow jumped over the moon, now
I put nuttin' before you
That's like eatin' cereal and pickin' a fork over a

I'm so sick of bein'
Every night while my man out with his homies
I wanna how it feels to be loved, be loved
of bein' lonely
Every while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna how it feels to be loved, be loved

I'm so sick of lonely
Every night my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be
Sick of bein'
Every night while my man out with his homies
I wanna know how it to be loved, be loved

This is a Jazzi Fizle purductshisle my
Faith, Field Mob, Torika
It's a beautiful oowwee, oh, boy