Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse red hot lover lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink and fills, the lines
With that thrills like my dillz
it on the grilled cheese tour, then I drop it
Don't care about the cause the girls are gonna jock it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, freaking
Leave my door so the niggaz can come peak in
Rip the nappy dug out bug out with the hopes
can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes
Here comes my kid, here my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta 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, fornication
Puba take the mic I'm here for the duration

Verse two: grand

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

Verse three: chubb

Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo,
I jumped up upon the mic with the chubbster, tone, the pu-ba
go far
Chillin in the mansion, fashion (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the and react
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't like to my iron
Watchin on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two shots and then I tune the black watch
Reclean my and then I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I my wood and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I busted
Get myself together, I'm the man
I knew it, I to do a duet with the grand
Mystic took the 40 out of the cooler
Now we're rippin the track, we shoulda did one
And then we roll up on the groove field assist the
And now I'm than 9:15
Get a little dough for this three man
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 dollar king soda
Grand puba, tone, now we're over and we're out