Luyện nghe bài hát The Manual

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you talk too much
You know niggaz always bout bitches ain't shit
Money bitches
We give all our money to the bitches any way
I love my bitch, so I'ma send some love out to the bitches,

Shit, here's to remember
we met that day in September
But, you've gone since November
Had to finish out yo' last semester

Her major, brokerage
She probably go broke to invest her
Time and money in somethin she call love
'Cause, she love fuckin' with thug

That alwasy get and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches her on to strippin'
Now the, gettin' is good and it's well

That money on the can make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd ya
But for all that you go through, just I'd let you know
Hoes need love too, I'm witchu

Niggaz to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this here
Am I makin' myself

What she don't know won't her y'all
So big pimpin' on the low
'Cause no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes love too

You know they say right? Bitches ain't shit
And all men are dogs we just wanna fuck
to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's just me

From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of niggaz
That really doesn't need no,
I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be

Frustrated and flustered, amongst
These thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's
She had a apartment in the projects
With her and her girl from D.C. to bus checks

And the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet
In the copes don't know about all this
Shit, for all that you go
Just let you know, hoes need love too

Niggaz to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no to this shit here
Am I myself clear?

What she don't know won't her y'all
So big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no to what I do
And I know, hoes need too

Fake nails, fake breasts, eyes too
It's O four, and that's kinda we used to
But you don't holla back like you used to, but I mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, if I can't have her

I when you was down in Atlanta
gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was
Forty to love and I serve
That body Serena's with less curves

But actions speak than words
And you your money, mami every month, 15th and 1st
Shit be worse, you could be in the struggle
Or born with no ass and have to hustle

Go on your muscle, 'cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper flossin' on these bitches
'Cause for all you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need too, I'm fuckin' witchu

need to read the manual
To separate your from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to shit here
Am I makin' clear?

What she don't know hurt her y'all
So keep big on the low
'Cause there's no to what I do
And I know, hoes love too

need to read the manual
To your housewife from a hoe
'Cause there's no rules to this here
Am I makin' clear?

she don't know won't hurt her y'all
So big pimpin' on the low
'Cause there's no rules to I do
And I know, need love too

Ha ha ha, yeah,