Luyện nghe bài hát The Manual

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much
You know niggaz talkin bout bitches ain't shit
over bitches
We give all our money to the bitches any way
I my bitch, so I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla

Shit, here's to remember
When we met that day in
But, you've been gone November
Had to finish out yo' last college

Her major, investor
She probably go broke tryin' to her
Time and money in somethin she call love
'Cause, she fuckin' with thug niggaz

alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to
Now the, gettin' is good and well understood

That money on the wood can make get harder
Be I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya
But for all that you go through, just I'd let you know
Hoes love too, I'm fuckin' witchu

Niggaz to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this shit
Am I makin' clear?

she don't know won't hurt her y'all
So keep big on the low
'Cause there's no rules to I do
And I know, hoes love too

You know what say right? Bitches ain't shit
And all men are dogs we just wanna fuck
to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's just me

From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of niggaz
really doesn't need no, introduction
I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be

Frustrated and flustered, amongst
thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next
She had a apartment in the projects
With her and her from D.C. used to bus checks

And the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet
In hopes the copes don't about all this
Shit, for all you go through
Just wanna let you know, hoes love too

Niggaz to read the manual
To your housewife from a hoe
'Cause no rules to this shit here
Am I makin' myself

What she know won't hurt her y'all
So keep big on the low
there's no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes need too

nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's O four, and kinda what we used to
But you don't holla back like you used to, but I mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, even if I have her

I remember when you was in Atlanta
Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a was
Forty to and I wanna serve
That body Serena's with less curves

But speak louder than words
And you gettin' your money, every month, 15th and 1st
Shit could be worse, you be in the struggle
Or born with no ass and have to hustle

Go on your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep flossin' on these
'Cause for all that you go
Just I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm fuckin' witchu

need to read the manual
To your housewife from a hoe
'Cause there's no to this shit here
Am I myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt her
So big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to I do
And I know, need love too

need to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this shit
Am I myself clear?

What she don't know won't hurt her
So keep big on the low
'Cause no rules to what I do
And I know, need love too

Ha ha ha, yeah,