Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse red hot lover lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink spills and fills, the
With lyrics that like my dillz
Take it on the cheese tour, then I drop it
Don't about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna jock it
her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking
Leave my door so the niggaz can come peak in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out the hopes
They can get theirs, but in the meantime they 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, fornication
Puba take the mic 'cause I'm for the duration

Verse grand puba

Before I get this wreck I usually with a 40
But are no more 'cause now I'm drinkin 64's
Call on grand puba, rock if you want it done
Hon spread the 411 as if her name was kaity
Into devil bashing, always stay in
Love and relaxing, hittin skins with a passion
As a shorty I kept dice I banked on seven 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 spot tingle
the girls wanna jingle, so they run and get the single
My simple task is to make you that ass
On the quick fast, and to make it
It's just three men at chung king busy
We've a long way since kunta kintizzy
And you don't stop, on
Chubb flip the script 'cause I'm gone

three: 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, nuff (ahhh)
Relax, and dig into the and react
I want a martin riff 'cause I don't like to pack 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 cylinder and then I grab my
And squeeze, the testes and then I grab my and cup it
Oh there the nut I just busted
Get myself together, I'm the man
I it, I wanted to do a duet with the grand
Mystic took the 40 out of the cooler
Now we're rippin the track, we did one sooner
And then we roll up on the field assist the team
And now I'm than 9:15
Get a little dough for three man skit
I'll end the jam a curse

Uhh, umm
Or is it or what?

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