Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse one: red hot lover tone

The pen hits the paper, ink and fills, the lines
With that thrills like my dillz
Take it on the grilled cheese tour, then I it
Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are gonna it
Take her to my hotel, no speaking, just
Leave my door so the niggaz can come peak in
Rip the nappy dug out niggaz bug out the hopes
can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes
Here comes my kid, here my kid (ahhhhh)
But I caught him in the lid, huh
Chitty bang bang, gotta go gotta go
The hoe is in a coma so I tippy toe
in the dark (tripped) slipped on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is that ]
Damn, more
take the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse two: puba

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

Verse three: chubb

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 the track and react
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I like to pack my iron
Watchin on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
and I commence, to firing
One two shots and then I tune the black watch
Reclean my cylinder and then I my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and then I my wood and cup it
Oh there the nut I just 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 did one sooner
And then we roll up on the groove field assist the
And now I'm straighter 9:15
Get a little dough for this man skit
I'll end the jam with a

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