Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse one: red hot lover lover

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

Verse two: puba

Before I get this wreck I usually start a 40
But forties are no 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
on grand puba, chubb rock if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her was kaity chung
Into devil bashing, always stay in
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 hard similar to evans
Now flipped, I'm on the hip-hop
To the beat you stop, rock on!
I kick the new type of lingo, hit the that'll tingle
Make the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the
My simple task is to 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 stop, rock on
rock flip the script 'cause I'm gone

Verse three: chubb

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, nuff (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the track and
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't to pack my iron
Watchin kids on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then
and I commence, to firing
One two three shots and then I 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 with the grand
Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the
Now we're the track, we shoulda did one sooner
And then we roll up on the field assist the team
And now I'm straighter than
Get a little dough for three man skit
I'll end the jam with a

Uhh, umm
Or is it or what?

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