Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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I my momma loves me
I know my poppa me
I the camera loves me
I can my brother loves me
I know that loves
And San loves me
I love the back,
I just can't help it, so lovely

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I'm in my lucky underwear, i'm feeling
If it's a trip to heaven, I'm already there
I'm in the bedroom i'm like stepping like I'm Fred
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy
When I was twelve I'd leave my door open a
afraid if getting sneaking porno on my mac
I I was a freak
I got caught last week
(who's loving you?)
I was reading Booker T, I the book at me
I go for the lookers but they never at me
I would get a hooker if I could her bra
I'd be looking as soon as she took her top. off
let's go in a broken winnebago
stop and smoke a bowl out of a out potato
It's hash now, but hash browns soon
(who's loving you?)

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I know that loves me
I know that buddha
The fucking Bunny
and the ghost of love me
I know santa loves me
I think my love me
I know my loved me
she I was handsome trust me

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this insanity, heredity
my family, we can let it be
wish I pretended mom and dad are dead to me
But i love my dad, motherfucker read to me
my first were "where's the love?"
mad smug, assed up on a rug
fashodo, mom'll you the photo
(who's been you?)
I do embarassing
I could a pink sweater
with a pair of slick pants
derelicte e-va-ry day and it's well
that I hop off stage my cell phone
fake a dropped call when near me
and "I love you mom!" so everybody hears me
I to and true nothing new but
(who's been you?)

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Even I owe them money
I it's pretty likely
that my family loves me
My lovers to like me
I know my homies me
My loved to hate me
The haters to fuck with me
the fickle me lately

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I'm a percussionist. I knew guitar
cheesy, but I'm stunting like a superstar
it's easy man I'm hopping out a car
call me cause I'm coughing at the hookah bar
I don't do cigars, but I got game
I can make a lady out of styling gel and
so you can my name, I make the bed frame move
(who's been you?)
me and my friends are heading to the town strip
if they don't let us in we'll never roundtrip
because I an hour picking out my outfit
and then I took slicking down a cowlick
and I like house sitting, but fuck it now's
I'm going out and there ain't a for cowtipping
So I'ma tear this up
And i'ma till the hoofs point up
(who's been you?)

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this is for Barkley
This is for Ivy
This it's for Malfoy
And for Bill O'Reilly
is for Ned Mencia
It's for the lawyers
for the backseat drivers
And for my Ann Coulter