Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Why

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[8
Yeah..
What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu you doin?
Why you out, where you think you goin?
You actin you didn't, you knew what I was doin
3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew I was goin
Straight to my spot, a loft in the
Stopped and up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said that I was
You smile you see me but inside you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, that you asked me
I was takin care of you, I thought that you was
Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star,
A-T-L, City, tippin big dick hoes
Panties on the back seat, I don't know shit that is
Condoms and phone numbers, I don't know whose that is
F'real, you when I realized that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to song

unnamed singer]
Just tell me why baby, did I ever did I did I ever let you go baby
Cause I love you cause I love you cause I really you so baby
Baby, woo - the very last time that I'll let you down
I won't make the same again

Yeah, since way back I was a for pretty women
And brought up in the where they exercise their pimpin
I fight temptation daily, I could be in Paris
With somethin young, eager talent, they and willin
I get a lot of phone numbers but don't call 'em
Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out ballin
I know you picture me, laid up these other women
Most of the I'm not, occasionally I get 'em
Who was that woman at me up in Wal*Mart
in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot
But back to the subject, the chemistry I loved it
Mental, emotional, put nothin above it
But every unturned you had to touch it
Rolled 'em over, what you found, now you disgusted
But before I leave, me in my eye
cry, never lie..

[8
You and me, full of that, sticky and cog-nac
You like how I lick it then, put the dick up in back
There you go, talkin 'bout, what you know, who said
that they saw me trickin some-where one of yo' friends
Did you see me do it NO, do you know shit fo' sho'
Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' hoes
Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you
This a game and, sometimes I be missin you

I got a tank of gas to up, turn up the radio
Baby hit girls, go tell 'em c'mon get ready to go
We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and low key
No interruptions, no phones, no tee-vee
Just you and me, sippin up on some
sure that we finish the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be chemistry us and even though
you saw the in my Beamer..

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