Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Win

Puff
Ladies and
(Come on throw your in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right
(We ain't stop)
Can hear me out there?
(And we want one in this motherfucker to get out their seat)
and gentleman without further adieu
(It's our time)
I'd to introduce to you, my bitch

Lil'
Fuck that, don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder
Trying to take my crown, I ain't that go down
I cop the four pound and go the twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the
Life's a wheel of and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me? That's of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in
If you knew like Aaliyah
How your man be me and stalking me
he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm
Don't let the QB get a hold of guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck and die

(Chorus) x2
Kim-
I guess you know by now who's one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm
(Number one)
So if you got beef think again
(Number one)
Cause you win
(You win)

so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my
I on to bigger and better things
Y'all making minimum wage
First on stage, the ever I graze
you amazed
And the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is ass holes
trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, it
Wanna me, do it
That's than Jerry McGuire
I'll set ass on fire
That's how you work barbed wire
Carve my name in your
gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, I shine like
butter crme
That's the gleam of baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows
Your's is satisfactory them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is for me
Mama bear, finally out of
Here to tell you chicks to tailgating

(Chorus) x2

the B-I-G-M-A-M-A
Often tipsy, cabin in
I've been in this shit Biz hit the, one-two
left to do
Move it in there, cathedral
Don't to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P Diddy introduced me to the business
Fired me a few and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car no wheels
on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they like icicles
I'm sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't me laugh
Got my own company, I'm chief of the
They say we then I'm the better half
I'm nasty than Howard Stern
court is adjourned
And now it's your bitch

(Chorus) x2

Puff
Can you me?
I just wanna if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out
It's not a game, back
And this time we're not anywhere
one, that's my bitch
Recognize! Ya me?
Yeah, yeah,