Luyện nghe bài hát Sick of Being Lonely (Remix)

I'm so of bein' lonely
Every night while my man out with his homies
I know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Sick of 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 on me, yeah
(What's on?)
Any other night, you'd be actin' a bugaboo, ooh
(What's on?)
Any other night, you'd be callin' me, me, ha
(What's on?)
Any night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
(What's on?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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