Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse one: red hot lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the
With lyrics that thrills my dillz
it on the grilled cheese tour, then I drop it
Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, freaking
Leave my open so the niggaz can come peak in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the
They can get theirs, but in the they 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 coma so I tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is that ]
Damn, fornication
Puba take the mic I'm here for the duration

Verse grand puba

Before I get this wreck I usually with a 40
But are no more 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
Call on puba, chubb rock if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her was kaity chung
Into bashing, always stay in fashion
Love and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
As a shorty I some dice I banked on seven or eleven
'cause my pops had it similar to james evans
Now shit flipped, I'm on the
To the beat you stop, rock on!
I kick the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll
the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
My simple task is to make you that ass
On the quick fast, and to it last
It's just three men at king getting busy
We've come a long way since kunta
And you stop, rock on
Chubb rock the script 'cause I'm gone

Verse chubb rock

Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo,
I up upon the mic with the chubbster, tone, plus the pu-ba
go far
Chillin in the mansion, fashion (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the track and
I want a martin luther riff I don't like to pack my iron
Watchin kids on the buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two shots and then I tune the black watch
Reclean my cylinder and then I my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I just
Get myself together, I'm the man
I it, I wanted to do a duet with the grand
Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the
Now we're rippin the track, we did one sooner
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 damn? or

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