Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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I my momma loves me
I know my poppa me
I know the camera me
I can my brother loves me
I know that Boston
And San Francisco me
I the city back,
I just can't help it, it's so

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I'm in my underwear, i'm feeling debonair
If it's a lonely trip to heaven, I'm there
I'm in the bedroom i'm stepping like I'm Fred Astaire
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy
When I was twelve I'd leave my open a crack
if getting busted sneaking porno on my mac
I guess I was a
I got caught last week
(who's been you?)
I was reading T, I threw the book at me
I go for the but they never look at me
I would get a hooker if I unhook her bra
I'd be soft as soon as she took her top. off
go rolling in a broken winnebago
stop and a bowl out of a hollowed out potato
It's now, but it's hash browns soon
(who's loving you?)

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I know Jesus loves me
I that buddha loves
The fucking Bunny
and the of gandhi love me
I know that loves me
I my Aunties love me
I my Grandma loved me
she thought I was handsome me

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

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Even though I owe them
I think it's likely
that my whole loves me
My lovers to like me
I know my love me
My loved to hate me
The haters love to fuck me
the fickle love me

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I'm a percussionist. I never knew
it's cheesy, but I'm stunting a superstar
easy man I'm hopping out a moving car
call me weezy cause I'm at the hookah bar
I don't do cigars, but I got hella
I can make a lady out of gel and cellophane
so you can my name, I make the bed frame move
(who's loving you?)
me and my better friends are heading to the strip
if they don't let us in never take roundtrip
I took an hour picking out my outfit
and then I another slicking down a cowlick
and I like house sitting, but fuck it now's
I'm going out and ain't a bouncer for cowtipping
So tear this joint up
And i'ma party the hoofs point up
(who's loving you?)

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this is for Barkley
This is for Ivy
This it's for Draco
And it's for O'Reilly
This is for Ned
for the corporate lawyers
it's for the drivers
And for my Ann Coulter