Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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I know my momma me
I know my poppa me
I the camera loves me
I can my brother loves me
I know that Boston
And San loves me
I the city back,
I just help it, it's so lovely

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

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I know Jesus loves me
I know that buddha
The easter Bunny
and the of gandhi love me
I know santa loves me
I my Aunties love me
I know my loved me
she thought I was trust 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, that motherfucker to me
my words were "where's the love?"
mad smug, up on a bearskin rug
fashodo, mom'll you the photo
(who's loving you?)
I do better
I could wear a pink
with a pair of pleather pants
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 "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 think it's likely
that my family loves me
My tend to like me
I know my love me
My teachers to hate me
The love to fuck with me
the fickle 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 weezy cause I'm at the hookah bar
I do cigars, but I got hella game
I can make a lady out of gel and cellophane
so you can yell my name, I make the bed move
(who's been you?)
me and my better friends are heading to the town
if they don't let us in we'll never roundtrip
I took an hour picking out my outfit
and then I took another down a cowlick
and I house sitting, but fuck it now's different
I'm out and there ain't a bouncer for cowtipping
So I'ma tear this up
And i'ma party 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 it's for Bill
is for Ned Mencia
It's for the lawyers
for the backseat drivers
And for my Ann Coulter