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

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

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

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

What's goin' on? I know I'm wrong
For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the
Hopin' ya home like Caulkin
But I picked the time, and respect will be expected

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

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

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

Put mo' motion in ya from night to mornin'
huffin' and puffin', breath stankin' and yawnin'
Somethin' so pretty as you at home alone, that's
Like when the cow jumped the moon, now
I never put nuttin' you
That's eatin' cereal and pickin' a fork over a spoon

I'm so sick of lonely
Every night 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 out with his homies
I wanna know how it to be loved, be loved

I'm so sick of bein'
Every night while my man goes out his homies
I wanna know how it to be loved, be loved
Sick of lonely
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
Jazzie Faith, Mob, Torika
It's a beautiful oowwee, oh, boy