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 got more honies than a hive of bees
I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like
And I try ta always be with a miss
But I diss, cuz groupies always seem to me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a friendship
I never to think I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, back to moms with a grin
But if she's a boo boo head, I tell no one I got in

Yo, skins I got a lotta and I gotta
Bend and then blend all the hottie
Spurts be like a mile a minute
Cuz I can take it slow or, yo, I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes, cuz fully or threadbare they're nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my there
I now rips sets so foul dips my rep
I sew the up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret

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

day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless
But not for dips submerging, it hurt men to merge in
My status from baddest to Tims, I'm pulling hips
Than gravity, and the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
the next dousing the next thousand my saliva
The liver ones cuz I don't try to run in no dumb
be swell, but my picks, so why tricks
Get to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw 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 cling and get to things on the flute
That's insane, I just be in and bang, get
For gosh that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the labia lips hang, it's a sad
Clapping when tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like they're
The skins are wrinkled, dry, and battered
em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I been erect checkin dips
When I'm wreckin and clitorises, hit her with this
(Boom bow bang)
from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks
Are clapping tapping the guts on the late your date
Makes my ego read those lipstick marks on my 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 quit it, yes, I knock the boots like I was Riddick
Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get
No, Boomerang broads nasty toes
your corns on your husk, you muskrat
But if she's fly, I try to bust
maximus, I wax and bust
I'm taxin to be the mack man Plus

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

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