Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Been Loving You?

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

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I'm in my underwear, i'm feeling debonair
If it's a trip to heaven, I'm already there
I'm in the bedroom i'm like stepping like I'm Astaire
I make it happen, battlerapping at my Teddy
I was twelve I'd leave my door open a crack
afraid if getting busted porno on my mac
I I was a freak
Until I got caught last
(who's loving you?)
I was Booker 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 as soon as she took her top. off
let's go rolling in a winnebago
stop and a bowl out of a hollowed out potato
It's hash now, but it's hash browns
(who's loving you?)

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I that Jesus loves me
I know buddha loves
The fucking easter
and the of gandhi love me
I that santa loves me
I think my Aunties me
I know my Grandma 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, motherfucker read to me
my first words "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 slick pants
e-va-ry day and it's well known
that I hop off with my cell phone
fake a dropped call when everybody's me
and shout "I love you mom!" so hears me
I need to and nothing new but
(who's been you?)

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Even though I owe them
I think it's likely
that my family loves me
My tend to like me
I know my 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 knew
it's cheesy, but I'm stunting a superstar
it's easy man I'm 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 a lady 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 don't let us in we'll never take roundtrip
because I took an picking out my outfit
and then I took another down a cowlick
and I like house sitting, but it now's different
I'm going out and there a bouncer for cowtipping
So tear this joint up
And i'ma till 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 for Bill O'Reilly
is for Ned Mencia
It's for the corporate
it's for the drivers
And for my Ann Coulter