Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

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Verse red hot lover lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the
With lyrics thrills like my dillz
Take it on the grilled cheese tour, I drop it
Don't care about the niggaz cause the are gonna jock it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, freaking
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 caught him in the lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go go
The hoe is in a so I tippy tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) slipped on my
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) is that you? ]
Damn, more
Puba the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse grand puba

Before I get wreck I usually start with a 40
But are no more 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
on grand puba, chubb rock if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her name was chung
Into devil bashing, always in fashion
Love maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a
As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on or eleven
'cause my pops had it hard similar to james
Now flipped, I'm on the hip-hop
To the you don't stop, rock on!
I the new type of lingo, hit the spot that'll tingle
Make the girls 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 busy
come a long way since kunta kintizzy
And you stop, rock on
Chubb flip the script 'cause I'm gone

Verse three: 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 into the track and
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I like to pack my iron
Watchin on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
and I commence, to firing
One two three shots and then I tune the black
my cylinder and then I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh goes the nut I just busted
Get together, 'cause I'm the man
I knew it, I wanted to do a with the grand
Mystic ruler the 40 out of the cooler
Now we're rippin the track, we did one sooner
And then we roll up on the groove field the team
And now I'm straighter 9:15
Get a dough 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
Grand puba, tone, now we're over and we're out