Luyện nghe bài hát A Name I Call Myself

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

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

Yo, skins friends I got a lotta and I
Bend them and blend all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a mile a
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 to tickle thighs when my head's there
I now rips so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might

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

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool
But not for submerging, it ain't hurt men to merge in
My status from to Tims, I'm pulling more hips
Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm
the next dousing the next thousand my saliva
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 call the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man

Niggaz cling and get to things on the flute
insane, I just be in and bang, get boots
For sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the labia lips hang, a sad shame
Clapping when tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like saddened
The skins are wrinkled, dry, and battered
Leave em shattered, as fly as a maggot

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I been stout checkin dips
When I'm lips 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 with your
Makes my ego read those lipstick on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
don't 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 quit it, yes, I knock the boots I was Riddick
Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get
No, broads with nasty toes
Keep your corns on your husk, you
But if she's fly, I try to that
maximus, I wax and bust
I'm just to be the mack man Plus

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

I call 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