Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Lover

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

( J. Holiday)

And we got a guest

( And who? Boss)

You know sometimes, ladies they move to fast and they choose the wrong one (Yea) But if you like me (Right) You just might 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 I would have thought that you aint been claimed Now you up in here wit that lame. Looking back you choose the wrong lover (That's the wrong dude over there baby)

And I can 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 three o'clock

It's the way that you walk, Smooth (So baby)
The way you move, Ooh (I mean)
Girl I can't let you escape Might have to 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) you wanna meet me at your place 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 like three o'clock

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 to repossess you baby
the way that you walk,So smooth The way that you move,Ooh
Since that night you was all 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 smoke me knowing unlady like
We countin' thousand
I'm on my eighty
She on her twenty
Fill up your pretty
But the tables turn
She actin' she aint concerned
Runnin' wit a wide receiver his paper firm
angle came, player got his ankle sprain
Out for the now she see that things are not the same
She made the wrong choice or picked the wrong man but I forgive you now get wit the program
It's Ross, J. holiday
Yous a star and I got the part to play

Repeat

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