Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me Why

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Yeah..
What'chu 'bout, what'chu think you doin?
Why you walkin out, where you think you
You like 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 in the city
Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the suckin titties
You in the bed sleepin, I said I was workin
You smile when you see me but you was hurtin
The cars and the clothes, whatever that you me
I was care of you, I thought that you was happy
Out of town, 'round, all-star, Superbowl
A-T-L, Magic City, big dick hoes
Panties on the back seat, I know whose shit that is
Condoms and numbers, I don't know whose shit that is
F'real, you know when I that I was wrong
When I wrote the words to this

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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 - it's the very last time I'll let you down
I make the same mistakes again

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

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

I got a of gas to burn 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, up on some Hennessy
Makin sure that we the whole, cup to the end it be
meant to be between us and even though
you saw the in my Beamer..

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