Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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

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I'm in my underwear, i'm feeling debonair
If a lonely trip to heaven, I'm already there
I'm in the bedroom i'm like like I'm Fred Astaire
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Bear
When I was twelve I'd leave my door a crack
afraid if getting busted porno on my mac
I I was a freak
I got caught last week
(who's loving you?)
I was reading T, I threw 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 soft as soon as she her top. off
go rolling in a broken winnebago
stop and smoke a bowl out of a hollowed out
It's hash now, but it's hash soon
(who's loving you?)

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I know that Jesus me
I know buddha loves
The fucking easter
and the ghost of gandhi me
I know santa loves me
I my Aunties love me
I know my loved me
she I was handsome trust me

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

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Even though I owe them
I think it's pretty
that my family loves me
My lovers to like me
I know my homies me
My loved to hate me
The haters love to with me
the love me lately

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

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this is for Charles
is for Poison Ivy
This it's for Draco
And for Bill O'Reilly
This is for Ned
It's for the corporate
for the backseat drivers
And for my Ann Coulter