Luyện nghe bài hát Never Get It

Hat to tha
Lookin' I'm lightin' up a bat for a blunt
I'm stickin' to the script tryna it like a punt
My life is like a movie and I do my own
I'm tha Birdman Jr. call me Young
Could've a killer but Cash Money saved me
Remember I was little but the money made me
Big dog no tramp no lady
Young ass nigga had a thing for old
But as I got older I began to 'em younga
To Heaven's where I her
My she was under she say
Daddy
Daddy
they
Daddy
Daddy they do it like you can
I get chips 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 gon' need some new
And if I "Pussy Monster" she gon' need a new man
Hello world I would like you all to me a new man
Ha body on top of ma summer like Susan and hustle




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

And the
And the
And the
10 no cops in sight
And I'm comin' wit' a whole flock tonight
Lord, don't let me get stopped
Or I'ma have to shoot it out the cops tonight I swear
And tell the jack not tonight
Cuz I ain't 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 weight
On my way to Heaven's
Hope it be them open
Flow so
Don't me wit' the bullshit
One wish, I wish a mothafucka would
Like a engine I from under the hood bitch
But now a nigga paper like a booklet
They ain't you wit' it
But now I it and now they
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 Rule baby like Erve
Sometimes I still go through the hood to kiss ma curb
'Cause I that block nigga Eagle and Apple
O.G.'s, Young G's, Bettles, and
But God found me like a needle in a
And I'm so ready for war cuz I'm a for the battle
Money on my mind, that's all I of
Married to the game, takin' my ring off
M.O.B. yeah that's my song
Smokin' two L's, bells like ding dong
I got my wings on
Flyer the rest
I don't rest I goin'
I just I-G-nore 'em




Anyway it goes get dough
And I should see the top the way I'm climbin' 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 lion in a
Eyein' hoes
Iron in my hol...ster, syrup, purp.,
elevate
And get

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

And today is a day