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 kick it like a punt
My life is like a and I do my own stunts
I'm tha Birdman Jr. me Young Baby
been a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the cash money me
Big dog bitch no 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
they
Daddy
they
Daddy they do it like you can
I get like Vegas 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 need a new man
world I would like you all to meet me a new man
Ha body on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle




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

And the
And the
And the
Interstate 10 no in sight
And I'm comin' wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, let me get stopped tonight
Or I'ma have to shoot it out the cops tonight I swear
And tell the boys not tonight
Cuz I ain't N'Sync but I will pop
Yeah, that's right if you ain't got that then go
way,
way,
We can't negotiate
Big heavy weight
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be them gates
so appropriate
Don't associate me wit' the
One wish, I wish a mothafucka trip
Like a engine I come from the hood bitch
But now a nigga gettin' paper like a
They ain't hope you 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, yeah that's my
And for me Ja Rule baby just Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood just to ma curb
'Cause I that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God found me 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
Married to the game, never my ring off
M.O.B. yeah my theme song
Smokin' two L's, rockin' bells like dong
I got my wings on
Flyer than the
I don't rest I goin'
I just 'em like




Anyway it goes get dough
And I see the top the way I'm climbin' this pole
A nigga a flu ain't rhymin' this cold
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 never
Dedicate this to the blue eyes and blonde
I'm on top of my green like a chair
worry I'm straight like arm hair
Don't worry I'm straight like combed
This world fucked my pops and I was here
From tha to the jet call it Con Air
I my niggas that we will see better days

And is a better day