Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse one: red hot lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink and fills, the lines
lyrics that thrills like my dillz
Take it on the grilled cheese tour, I drop it
care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, freaking
Leave my door open so the niggaz can come in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out the hopes
They can get theirs, but in the meantime takin notes
Here my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang, gotta go gotta go
The hoe is in a so I tippy tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is that ]
Damn, more
take the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse grand puba

Before I get this wreck I start with a 40
But forties are no 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
Call on grand puba, chubb rock if you want it
Hon spread the 411 as if her was kaity chung
Into devil bashing, always in fashion
Love maxing and relaxing, skins with a passion
As a shorty I kept some dice I on seven or eleven
'cause my pops had it similar to james evans
Now shit flipped, I'm on the
To the you don't stop, rock on!
I kick the new type of lingo, hit the that'll tingle
Make the wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
My simple is to make you shake that ass
On the quick fast, and to make it
It's just three men at chung king getting
come a long way since kunta kintizzy
And you don't stop, on
Chubb rock flip the script I'm gone

three: chubb rock

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

Uhh, umm
Or is it damn? or

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