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




Everyday I'm
Fillin' up my cup
Where's that stuff again?
I get enough of it
me in the direction of a Swisha and I'm stuffin' it
Wit' that purple again
I'm on some same color
After you do it's time to do Wayne's brothers bitch
I get money like a fuckin' brother bitch
I get chill gurillas and stay away from the

And the
And the
And the
10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' back a whole flock tonight
Lord, let me get stopped tonight
Or have to shoot it out with the cops tonight I swear
And tell the boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't but I will pop tonight
Yeah, right if you ain't got that price then go
way,
way,
We can't negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to gates
Hope it be them gates
so appropriate
Don't me wit' the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka would
Like a engine I come from under the hood
But now a gettin' paper like a booklet
They 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 bling in the dictionary, that's my word
And for me Ja Rule baby just like
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to ma curb
I love that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God found me like a in a barrel
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a genius for the
Money on my mind, that's all I of
Married to the game, never my ring off
M.O.B. yeah my theme song
two L's, rockin' bells like ding dong
Yeah I got my on
Flyer the rest
I don't rest I keep
I just 'em like




Anyway it goes 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 in a hole
Steppin' out my like a lion in a robe
Eyein' these
in my hol...ster, syrup, purp., cher
Let's
And get

And hate
this to the blue eyes and blonde hair
I'm on top of my like a lawn chair
Don't worry I'm straight arm hair
Don't worry I'm like combed hair
This world my pops and I was born here
From tha cell to the jet it Con Air
I told my niggas that we see better days

And today is a day