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
lyrics that thrills like my dillz
Take it on the grilled tour, then I drop it
Don't care 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 bug out with the hopes
They can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin
Here comes my kid, here my kid (ahhhhh)
But I caught him in the 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!!) is that you? ]
Damn, more
Puba take the mic 'cause I'm here for the

two: grand puba

Before I get this wreck I usually 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 and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on seven or
'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 jingle, so they run and get the single
My task is to make you shake that ass
On the quick fast, and to it last
It's just three men at king getting busy
We've come a way since kunta kintizzy
And you stop, rock on
Chubb rock flip the script I'm gone

Verse 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 luther riff 'cause I don't like to pack my
Watchin on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two three shots and then I tune the black
Reclean my cylinder and I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh there the nut I just busted
Get together, 'cause 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 shoulda did one
And then we roll up on the field assist the team
And now I'm than 9:15
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 king
puba, tone, plus now we're over and we're out