Luyện nghe bài hát A Name I Call Myself

He hah, ha ha ha
Yo, y'all wanna know hoes?
it, yo

Adam is the man that got more honies a hive of bees
I skeeze I'm pullin like McGyver
And I try ta always be patient a miss
But I diss, cuz always seem to make me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, to start a phony friendship
I never pretend to I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, back to they moms a grin
But if a boo boo head, I tell no one that I got in

Yo, skins friends I got a and I gotta
Bend them and blend all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a mile a
Cuz I can either take it 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 so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might

I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
Who be running track, then be running back for more
Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be your
I get the finger, cuz she can't get the
Any longer, my can stretch and I'm stronger
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 baddest to Tims, I'm pulling more hips
Than gravity, and after the get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my
The liver ones cuz I try to run in no dumb females
Some be swell, but my picks, so why
Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I you dead

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

Niggaz and get attached to things on the flute
That's insane, I be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the game
The way the labia hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping when 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, as fly as a maggot

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin out, I been stout erect checkin dips
I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this
(Boom bow bang)
Swinging from my you-know-whats so you know
Are clapping tapping the on the late with your date
Makes my ego those lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They don't lie, penis 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 quit it, yes, I knock the like I was Riddick
Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get
No, Boomerang with nasty toes
Keep corns on your husk, you muskrat
But if she's fly, I try to that
maximus, I wax and bust
I'm just to be the mack man Plus

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

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