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 about the niggaz cause the are gonna jock it
her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking
Leave my door open so the niggaz can peak in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the
They can get theirs, but in the meantime they notes
Here comes my kid, comes my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang bang, go gotta go
The hoe is in a coma so I tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) is that you? ]
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 are no more 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
Call on puba, chubb rock if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her was kaity chung
Into devil bashing, always in fashion
Love maxing and relaxing, skins with a passion
As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on or eleven
'cause my had it hard similar to james evans
Now shit flipped, I'm on the
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 run and get the single
My simple task is to you shake that ass
On the quick fast, and to it last
just three men at chung king getting busy
We've come a long way since kunta
And you don't stop, on
Chubb rock flip the script 'cause I'm

Verse chubb rock

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 track and
I want a luther riff 'cause I don't like to pack my iron
Watchin kids on the corner buyin, zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two three and then I tune the black watch
Reclean my and then I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I just
Get myself together, 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 did one sooner
And we roll up on the groove field assist the team
And now I'm than 9:15
Get a little dough for this man skit
I'll end the jam with a

Uhh, umm
Or is it damn? or

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