Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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

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I'm in my lucky underwear, i'm debonair
If it's a trip to heaven, I'm already there
I'm in the i'm like stepping like I'm Fred Astaire
I make it happen, at my Teddy Bear
When I was twelve I'd leave my open a crack
afraid if busted sneaking porno on my mac
I I was a freak
Until I got last week
(who's been 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 unhook her bra
I'd be soft as soon as she took her top. off
let's go rolling in a winnebago
and smoke a bowl out of a hollowed out potato
It's now, but it's hash browns soon
(who's been you?)

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I that Jesus loves me
I know that loves
The fucking easter
and the ghost of love me
I that santa loves me
I think my love me
I know my Grandma me
she I was handsome trust me

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this insanity, heredity
my family, we can let it be
wish I pretended that mom and dad are to me
But i love my dad, that motherfucker 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 wear a sweater
with a pair of slick pants
derelicte e-va-ry day and it's well
I hop off stage with my cell phone
fake a call when everybody's near 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 I owe them money
I think pretty likely
that my whole loves me
My lovers tend to me
I my homies love me
My loved to hate me
The haters love to fuck me
the love me lately

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

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this is for Charles
is for Poison Ivy
This it's for Malfoy
And it's for Bill
This is for Ned
It's for the lawyers
for the backseat drivers
And for my Ann Coulter