Luyện nghe bài hát The Manual

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

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

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

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

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

need to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no to this shit here
Am I myself clear?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz need to read the
To separate housewife from a hoe
'Cause no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself

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

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

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

Ha ha ha, yeah,