Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

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




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

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no cops in
And I'm back wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, let me get stopped tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I
And the jack boys not tonight
Cuz I N'Sync but I will pop tonight
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got that then go
way,
way,
We can't even
Big money heavy
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be open gates
Flow so
Don't associate me the bullshit
One wish, I a mothafucka would trip
Like a engine I from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper like a
They hope you wit' it
But now I took it and now
get it
get it
get it
get it
Never get it back that's my word
bling in the dictionary, yeah that's my word
And for me Ja baby just like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to ma curb
'Cause I love that block Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God found me a needle in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a genius for the
Money on my mind, all I think of
to the game, never takin' my ring off
M.O.B. that's my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like dong
I got my wings on
Flyer the rest
I don't I keep goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em




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

And never
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and blonde
I'm on top of my green a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm straight like arm
Don't worry I'm like combed hair
This world 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 is a better day