Luyện nghe bài hát The Manual

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much
You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't
over bitches
We all our money to the bitches any fuckin' way
I love my bitch, so I'ma some love out to the bitches, holla

Shit, here's to remember
When we met day in September
But, you've been since November
Had to finish out yo' last college

Her major, investor
She go broke tryin' to invest her
Time and money in that she call love
'Cause, she love fuckin' with niggaz

That alwasy get and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches her on to strippin'
Now the, gettin' is and it's well understood

That money on the can make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd ya
But for all you go through, just thought I'd let you know
Hoes need too, I'm fuckin' witchu

Niggaz need to the manual
To separate housewife from a hoe
there's no rules to this shit here
Am I myself clear?

What she don't know won't her y'all
So keep big on the low
'Cause there's no to what I do
And I know, hoes love too

You know what they say Bitches ain't shit
And all men are dogs we just wanna fuck
to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's me though

From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of them
That really doesn't no, introduction
I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be

Frustrated and flustered, amongst
These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin next
She had a apartment in the projects
her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks

And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't yet
In hopes the copes don't know all this
Shit, for all you go through
Just wanna let you know, need love too

need to read the manual
To separate housewife from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this shit
Am I makin' clear?

What she know won't hurt her y'all
So big pimpin' on the low
there's no rules to what I do
And I know, need love too

Fake nails, breasts, fake eyes too
It's O four, and that's what we used to
But you don't holla like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't her

I remember when you was in Atlanta
Workin gentlemen's and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was
Forty to and I wanna serve
That body like Serena's with less

But actions speak louder words
And you gettin' your money, mami month, 15th and 1st
Shit could be worse, you be in the struggle
Or born with no ass and nothin' to hustle

Go on your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get paper keep flossin' on these bitches
'Cause for all that you go
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need too, I'm fuckin' witchu

Niggaz need to the manual
To your housewife from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this here
Am I makin' myself

What she know won't hurt her y'all
So keep big on the low
'Cause there's no rules to I do
And I know, hoes need too

Niggaz need to the manual
To your housewife from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to shit here
Am I makin' clear?

What she don't know won't hurt her
So keep big on the low
there's no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes love too

Ha ha ha, yeah,