Luyện nghe bài hát The Manual

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

Shit, somethin' to remember
When we met that day in
But, you've been gone November
Had to out yo' last college semester

Her major, brokerage
She probably go tryin' to invest her
Time and money in somethin that she love
'Cause, she love fuckin' thug niggaz

That alwasy get high and had to be drug
Eventually, she hooked up with some bitches
The hood turned her on to strippin'
Now the, gettin' is good and well understood

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

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

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

From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of niggaz
really doesn't need 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 what's next
She had a studio in the projects
With her and her girl D.C. used to bus checks

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

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

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

Fake nails, fake breasts, fake too
It's O four, and kinda what we used to
But you don't back 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 you was down in Atlanta
Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know a gentlemen was
Forty to love and I wanna
That body like Serena's less curves

But actions louder than 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 have to hustle

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

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

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

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

What she don't 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

Ha ha ha, yeah,