Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Song

All I is bitches ain't shit
All men are
You can trust yourself
And oooh, weed is fire!
It can't forever
True died in '96
There is left now
Replace with business
Damn
I mean is it seems I,
Think I met
But he really my type shit
He 21
His do the talking
he's from, will be his coffin
Every time his homeboy drive me 'round I might die on Slauson
But,
I still keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We even kissed yet
But just make me want him more
he love his mama yep
He a man
And though the ratchets love him,
I think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just get a seat next to you to stay
Put his in his nose
Why he do that? I don't
I a couple friends to that
So I he is in control
Every time he swear he stop
But I know that he
Wish I could be the angel he need to be strong
This, be dangerous
Man I got a lot at
I even graduate
So I have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just tryin' get a seat next to you to
Yes I am, yes I would.
For good? For you? For ever!
All my think that I'm crazy
They tell me I do better
all that, boo
It's you that I'm to get to heaven with
They say you're a hindrance
But I think that you

say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't a f

They say he's no item. don't like him.
He wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't him
I don't give a fuck if my friends like him!