Luyện nghe bài hát Poetic Justice

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

I your fragrance (hol' up!)
You ain't never gotta say (woo!)
And I your taste is
A little bit (mmm) maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else
You live life on an everyday
With poetic justice, justice
If I told you that a flower in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I poems in these songs dedicated to you
you're in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet where your and them?
I really wanna you all
I really wanna you off
Fuck that, pour up of champagne
Cold when you curse this name
You up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that
Nigga that ain't game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can
But I never right my wrongs
'less I write it 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 what you want
justice, put it in a song

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

Every time I these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every is true
my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you a flower bloomed in a dark 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 attraction is common
And we have common is pain
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
coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That's your
It either caught me or it me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, truly
And before you go blind
P.S