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
Take it on the grilled cheese tour, then I it
Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, just
Leave my door open so the niggaz can peak in
Rip the dug out niggaz bug out with the hopes
They can get theirs, but in the meantime they notes
Here my kid, here comes my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go 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, more
Puba the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse two: 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 rock if you want it
Hon spread the 411 as if her was kaity chung
Into devil bashing, stay in fashion
Love maxing and relaxing, hittin 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 the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll tingle
Make the 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 just three men at chung king busy
We've 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 the mic with the chubbster, tone, plus the pu-ba
go far
Chillin in the mansion, fashion (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the and react
I want a martin riff 'cause I don't like to pack my iron
Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted lyin
and I commence, to firing
One two three shots and then I tune the black
Reclean my cylinder and then I grab my
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I busted
Get together, 'cause I'm the man
I knew it, I wanted to do a duet the grand
Mystic ruler the 40 out of the cooler
Now rippin the track, we shoulda did one sooner
And then we roll up on the groove assist the team
And now I'm straighter 9:15
Get a little for this three man skit
I'll end the jam with a

Uhh, umm
Or is it damn? or

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