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 honies than a of bees
I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like
And I try ta always be patient a miss
But I diss, cuz groupies always seem to me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, to start a phony friendship
I pretend to think I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, back to they moms with a
But if she's a boo boo head, I tell no one I got in

Yo, skins friends I got a and I gotta
Bend and then blend all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a mile a
Cuz I can either take it slow or, yo, I 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 up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret

Afterwards I'm dips like tits on chicks
Who be running track, then be running back for more
Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be linga
I get the finger, cuz she get the stinga
Any longer, my can stretch and I'm stronger
I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and
Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and
second fling is but a dream

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my heartless
But not for submerging, it ain't hurt men to merge in
My status from baddest to Tims, I'm pulling more
Than gravity, and after the get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next dousing the 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 restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I you dead

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
I myself the man

Niggaz cling and get attached to on the flute
That's insane, I be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the whole
The way the lips 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, 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
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 guts on the with your date
Makes my ego read lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
My description, why, I'm making them lips bend

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

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

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