Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
like 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 movie and I do my own
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young
Could've been a killer but Money saved me
Remember I was little but the money made me
Big dog bitch no tramp no
ass nigga had a thing for old ladies
But as I got older I began to like 'em
To Heaven's where I her
My wing she was she say
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy can't do it like you can
I get like Vegas and I am not a Blue Man
Too much ice on my wrist and now I got a blue
And if I sing "Prostitute" she need some new pants
And if I "Pussy Monster" she gon' need a new man
Hello I would like you all to meet me a new man
Ha body stay on top of ma like Susan and hustle




Everyday I'm
Fillin' up my cup
Where's that purple stuff
I can't get of it
me in the direction 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 and stay away from the

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no in sight
And I'm back wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I
And tell the jack not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I pop tonight
Yeah, right if you ain't got that price then go
way,
way,
We even negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to gates
it be them open gates
Flow so
Don't associate me wit' the
One wish, I wish a mothafucka trip
Like a engine I come under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper a booklet
ain't hope you wit' it
But now I it and now they
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it back yeah my word
bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby like Erve
I still go through the hood just to kiss ma curb
'Cause I love that nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, G's, Bettles, and Barrows
But God me like a needle in a barrel
And I'm so for war cuz I'm a genius for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I of
to the game, never takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah that's my song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' like ding dong
Yeah I got my on
Flyer the rest
I don't I keep goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em




Anyway it I'ma get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm this pole
A nigga wit' a flu ain't rhymin' this
And nigga I'm hotter than a fire in a
Steppin' out my shower like a in a robe
these hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp.,
Let's
And get

And hate
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 worry I'm like combed hair
This fucked my pops and I was born here
tha cell to the jet call it Con Air
I told my niggas that we will see better

And today is a day