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

Yo, skins friends I got a lotta and I
Bend them and then 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 or threadbare they're nice
I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my there
I now rips so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many might fret

Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on
Who be running track, then they be running for more
Rest assured, absurd for her to be your linga
I get the finger, cuz she can't get the
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 stink in the pink shout and
Butta second fling is but a

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 from baddest to Tims, I'm more hips
gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
Arousing the next dousing the next my saliva
The liver ones cuz I try to run in no dumb females
be swell, but my picks, so why tricks
Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I you dead

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

Niggaz cling and get to things on the flute
That's insane, I just be in and bang, get
For sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the lips hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like they're
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 skins out, I been stout checkin dips
When I'm wreckin and clitorises, hit her with this
(Boom bow bang)
Swinging from my so you know buttcheeks
Are tapping the guts on the late with your date
Makes my ego read those lipstick on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They don't lie, penis took 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 it, hoe, I get with
No, Boomerang with nasty toes
Keep your corns on your husk, you
But if she's fly, I try to bust
maximus, I wax and bust
I'm taxin just to be the mack man

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

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