Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Lover

( You need a passport for this one, It's international)

( J. Holiday)

And we got a special

( And guess Boss)

You know sometimes, ladies they move to and they choose the wrong one (Yea) But if you like me (Right) You just might take yours back (I'm wit that) Like possession (Believe that) Yea (Talk to me homie)

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By the way that you screamed my name I would have thought that you aint been claimed Now you up in wit that lame. Looking back you choose the wrong lover (That's the wrong dude over there baby)

And I can tell that you feel the same You see me your expression changed and I don't wanna approach or disrespect so I text you I gotta have you tonight(Haha)So lets do it again meet me at the spot so we could dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, Say alright, Alright She hit me back like o'clock

It's the way you walk, Smooth (So sexy baby)
The way you move, Ooh (I mean)
Girl I let you escape Might have to repossess you baby
the way that you walk, Smooth
The way you move, Ooh
Since that night you was all mine you realize you the wrong lover

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And by the way that you play your game I would have thought that your field done changed But baby now all you can say for yourself is I love ya, yea And it's written all on your face (All over your face) That you wanna meet me at your But I don't wanna approach or disrespect so I text ya baby what's up for tonight (What's up baby get wit me)

So let's do it again meet me at the so we can dot,dot,dot,dot,dot,dot, Say alright, Alright
She hit me back like three

It's the way that you walk, (I need you baby)
the way that you move, Ooh (You out wit that sucka)
(It's not a look, not a good look)
I can't let you escape
Might have to you baby
It's the way that you walk,So smooth The way you move,Ooh
Since that you was all mine you realized you choose the wrong lover(Not frontin' baby I got more paper than him too, Not being arrogant. Or am I?)

Rap

I shines on a rainy
My new bright
I let her hit the me knowing it's unlady like
We countin' thousand
I'm on my eighty
She on her first
up your pretty purse
But then the turn
She actin' like she concerned
Runnin' wit a wide cause his paper firm
Another came, player got his ankle sprain
Out for the now she see that things are not the same
She made the wrong choice or the wrong man but baby I forgive you now get wit the program
It's Ross, J. holiday
a star and I got the perfect part to play

Chorus

(You look a million bucks baby)
(I hope you taste than you look)
(Sexy a#)
(You it's bout time you get wit a boss baby Rick Ross, J. Holiday)
(It's two of the finest, two of the in the business)
(Google Me)