Luyện nghe bài hát A Name I Call Myself

He hah, ha ha ha
Yo, wanna know about hoes?
it, yo

Adam is the man that got honies than a hive of bees
I skeeze I'm pullin stunts McGyver
And I try ta always be with a miss
But I diss, cuz always seem to make me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a friendship
I pretend to think I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, back to they with a grin
But if a boo boo head, I tell no one that I got in

Yo, friends I got a lotta and I gotta
Bend them and then blend all the
Spurts be burstin a mile a minute
Cuz I can take it slow or, yo, I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes, cuz fully dressed or threadbare nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs my head's there
I now rips sets so foul spread my rep
I sew the girls up Schweppes, so many kids might fret

Afterwards I'm dips like tits on chicks
Who be track, then they be running back for more
Rest assured, absurd for her to be your linga
I get the finger, cuz she can't get the
Any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm
I got the ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered
Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink and scream
Butta second is but a dream

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool
But not for dips submerging, it ain't men to merge in
My status from baddest to Tims, I'm more hips
Than gravity, and the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next the next thousand my saliva
The ones cuz I don't try to run in no dumb females
be swell, but my picks, so why tricks
Get restricted to flicks boo boo heads, I screw you dead

I myself the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man

Niggaz cling and get to things on the flute
insane, I just be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes that shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the lips hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The sag like they're saddened
The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and
Leave em shattered, she's as fly as a

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I stout erect checkin dips
When I'm wreckin and clitorises, hit her with this
(Boom bow bang)
Swinging my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks
Are tapping the guts on the late with your date
Makes my ego read lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
My description, why, when I'm making lips bend

I hit it, I did it, I it
I never it, yes, I knock the boots like I was Riddick
Bowe, get it, hoe, I get with
No, Boomerang broads with toes
Keep your corns on husk, you muskrat
But if fly, I try to bust that
Gluttius maximus, I wax and
I'm just to be the mack man Plus

I been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome
How skins can't work their way in?
The question late night at her pad and
Scheming to grab and season, cuz in
I fiend getting mad horny, charges
Into swinging me, hard miss
Let her that I was on it
Now I got dibs on that I'm welcome back, 'cuz I'm Kotter

I myself the man
I call the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man