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

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

Any night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah
(What's on?)
Any other night, be actin' like 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 page you, ooh
(What's on?)

Hmmm, but seem different
Man, it's this fishy, I'm so confused
'Cuz I even get shhh
My wife hit me on my pager or cell
And when I call her, I gettin' the damn voice mail

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

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

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

From the field to wit', when ya guys are dummy
Honey, you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a plate of bones
Tenderized and yummy, the bunny can't compete with me
'Cuz I be goin' and goin',

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

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

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

This is a Fizle purductshisle my nizzle
Jazzie Faith, Mob, Torika
It's a daddy oowwee, oh, boy