Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

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Verse one: red hot lover tone

The pen the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines
With that thrills like my dillz
it on the grilled cheese tour, then I drop it
Don't care about the niggaz the girls are gonna jock it
her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking
Leave my door open so the niggaz can peak in
Rip the nappy dug out bug out with the hopes
They can get theirs, but in the meantime takin notes
Here my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)
But I caught him in the lid, huh
chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta go
The hoe is in a so I tippy tippy toe
Walkin in the (tripped) slipped on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) is that you? ]
Damn, fornication
Puba take the mic 'cause I'm here for the

Verse grand puba

Before I get this I usually start with a 40
But forties are no more 'cause now I'm drinkin
Call on grand puba, chubb if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her name was kaity
Into devil bashing, stay in fashion
maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
As a shorty I kept dice I banked on seven or eleven
'cause my pops had it hard similar to james
Now flipped, I'm on the hip-hop
To the beat you don't stop, on!
I the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll tingle
the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
My task is to make you shake that ass
On the quick fast, and to make it
It's three men at chung king getting busy
We've a long way since kunta kintizzy
And you don't stop, on
Chubb rock flip the script I'm gone

Verse chubb rock

Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo,
I jumped up upon the mic with the chubbster, tone, plus the
go far
Chillin in the mansion, nuff (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the and react
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't like to pack my
Watchin kids on the buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two three shots and I tune the black watch
my cylinder and then I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I my wood and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I just
Get together, 'cause I'm the man
I knew it, I to do a duet with the grand
Mystic ruler the 40 out of the cooler
Now we're rippin the track, we shoulda did one
And then we up on the groove field assist the team
And now I'm straighter than
Get a little dough for this three man
end the jam with a curse

Uhh, umm
Or is it or what?

Shit. and out of the vocal booth and get a dollar chung king soda
Grand puba, tone, now we're over and we're out