Luyện nghe bài hát A Name I Call Myself

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

Adam is the man got more honies than a hive of bees
I skeeze I'm pullin like McGyver
And I try ta be patient with a miss
But I diss, cuz groupies always to make me pissed
Huh, they be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship
I never pretend to think I befriend, be them
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 I got a lotta and I gotta
Bend and then blend all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a a minute
Cuz I can either it slow or, yo, I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes, cuz fully dressed or they're nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my there
I now sets so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up Schweppes, so many kids might fret

Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like on chicks
Who be track, then they be running back for more
assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga
I get the finger, cuz she get the stinga
Any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm
I got the daddy to get you hot and bothered
Get the kinks out when my stink in the shout and scream
Butta fling is but a dream

From day one I played in the schoolyard, my tool heartless
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 don't try to run in no dumb
Some be swell, but my picks, so why
Get to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw you dead

I call the man
I call 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

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 hang, it's a sad shame
when you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like saddened
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 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 clapping tapping the guts on the with your date
Makes my ego read those lipstick marks on my tip
(Ha-hah)
don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
My description, why, when I'm making them lips

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

Once I been with women, friendship done been the sole
How come skins work their way in?
The resting late night at her pad and
Scheming to and season, cuz she's in
I getting mad horny, transforming charges
swinging me, seemingly hard miss
Let her know 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 call the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man