Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

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Verse one: red hot lover lover

The pen the paper, ink spills and fills, the lines
lyrics that thrills like my dillz
Take it on the grilled tour, then I drop it
Don't about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, freaking
Leave my door open so the can come peak in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out with the
They can get theirs, but in the meantime takin notes
Here comes my kid, here my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go go
The hoe is in a coma so I tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) slipped on my
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is you? ]
Damn, more
Puba the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse two: grand

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

Verse three: 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 and react
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't like to my iron
Watchin kids on the corner buyin, zooted then lyin
and I commence, to firing
One two three shots and then I tune the watch
Reclean my 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 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 9:15
Get a little dough for three man skit
end the jam with a curse

Uhh, umm
Or is it or what?

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