Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
Lookin' I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script tryna kick it like a
My life is like a and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young
Could've been a killer but Cash Money me
Remember I was but the cash money made me
Big dog bitch no no lady
Young ass had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em
To Heaven's I brung her
My wing she was she say
they
Daddy
they
Daddy
Daddy they do it like you can
I get chips Vegas and I am not a Blue Man
Too much ice on my and now I got a blue hand
And if I "Prostitute" she gon' need some new pants
And if I sing "Pussy Monster" she gon' a new man
Hello world I would like you all to me a new man
Ha body on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
up my cup again
Where's that purple stuff
I can't get of it
Point me in the of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that stuff again
I'm on some color shit
After you do Wayne it's time to do Wayne's bitch
I get money like a Wayans brother bitch
I get chill with gurillas and away from the

And the
And the
And the
10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' back a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get tonight
Or have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I swear
And tell the jack boys not
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I will pop
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got price then go
way,
way,
We can't negotiate
Big money weight
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be them gates
so appropriate
Don't associate me the bullshit
One wish, I wish a would trip
Like a engine I come from the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper a booklet
They hope you wit' it
But now I it and now they
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it yeah that's my word
Bling bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my
And for me Ja Rule baby just Erve
Sometimes I go through the hood just to kiss ma curb
'Cause I love that block nigga and Apple
O.G.'s, G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I of
Married to the game, never my ring off
M.O.B. that's my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells ding dong
I got my wings on
Flyer the rest
I don't rest I keep
I just 'em like




Anyway it goes I'ma get
And I should see the top the way I'm this pole
A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' cold
And nigga I'm hotter than a in a hole
Steppin' out my like a lion in a robe
Eyein' hoes
in my hol...ster, syrup, purp., cher
Let's
And get

And never
Dedicate this to the eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my green a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm like arm hair
Don't I'm straight like combed hair
This world fucked my and I was born here
From tha cell to the jet it Con Air
I told my niggas that we see better days

And today is a day