Luyện nghe bài hát Make U Mine

Yeah, uhh

I know I make you wanna leave the one you
But I Usher Raymond
I'm the kid that they to blamin', for the crush they claimin'
Who can make em' blush the when I ask
"What's my name" and yell F A B ooh
You shouldn't have even her my direction
Unless she was handcuffed with an of protection, yeah
I'm talkin' now
'Cause I'm the reason your girlfriends are your ex's now

I'm the fella that keep 'em yellin', and it's to get 'em
I don't sweat em', its what I tell em' and they forget em'
And I bet em' I get them to forget the day that met em'
And I let em', I can bend em' and it's more then the denim
But been on the move, while you dudes be sleeping
The coupe on keep the shorty sneaking
And she won't tell the truth, she too used to
When Mike is in the booth, it's the I'm speaking

Any I gave it to can't even go love another man
I it to 'em like no other brother can
She say, "My man can barely me"
But boy you made me scream, a scary movie
On top of that I'm smoother the rest of the gangstas
And I knew dude you met, was a wanksta
Oh, homie, your girl is with the Street Fam Homie
And she fuckin' with you

It's a shame, you lames can't even maintain your
And it's insane the way, that she me brain
My pimp game the same, don't the name
And when chicks peep the chain, they just can't
Shorty don't try to it, just up and face it
Your time is being wasted, your a basic
See it all in his face, that he's and tasteless
But life is what you make it, watch the bracelet

I bet your man can't do it me
His veins pump pimp fluid like me
nowhere near or like me
And he probably think keeping you in
Is you a pair of Nike's
Why I get dome from her
When the digits on my checks, look like numbers
Fuck it, you might as well tell that skid addle
Not even can help him win this custody battle

Catch me in the club, a case of bub
And a thick chick to rub, niggas hate
When they sit in the truck, be quick to fuck
When I'm getting a nut, just lick it up
I'm favorite, plus the flow is dangerous
I don't aim to get out of relationships
But they crave the chips, how many the can fit
She changed a bit, since I got the hang of it

That's right we got the of it
Mike

Street
storm
I know you his but I make you mine
You know, ha ha,