Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the
I'm talking dark room, perfume
Go, go!

I recognize your (hol' up!)
You never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I your taste is
A bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody basic
You live on an everyday basis
poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a room, would you trust it?
I mean I write in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet your friends and them?
I really wanna you all
I really show you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this
You up your girlfriends and
curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't her with that Atari
Nigga that good game, homie, sorry
say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could right my wrongs
I write it down for real, P.S

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You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just you want
justice, put it in a song

I really hope you play
'Cause ol' you test my patience
all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've taken
Clearly a lot for me to in
It don't sense
East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a
Take you and your mama to the
I could do it, one day
you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all here in the city
And you don't run where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic
You so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that for?
I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk
And they say communication save relations, I can
But I can never right my wrongs I write them down for real
P.S

Every time I write words they become a taboo
Making my punctuation curve, every letter is true
Living my in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear
Love is not just a verb, it's you in the mirror
Love is not a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be
A fatal is common
And what we have common is
I mean you to hear this
Love is not a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I that interference
It's coherent, I can it, mmhmm
That's your
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
Breathe and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours
And right before you go
P.S