Luyện nghe bài hát A Name I Call Myself

He hah, ha ha ha
Yo, wanna know about hoes?
it, yo

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

Yo, skins friends I got a lotta and I
Bend them and then all the hottie
Spurts be burstin like a a minute
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 my head's there
I now rips sets so foul spread my rep
I sew the girls up Schweppes, so many kids might fret

I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
Who be running track, then 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 and I'm stronger
I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and
Get the kinks out when my in the pink shout and scream
Butta second fling is but a

day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless
But not for dips submerging, it ain't hurt men to in
My status baddest to Tims, I'm pulling more hips
Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm
Arousing the next dousing the next my saliva
The liver ones cuz I don't try to run in no 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 myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I call the man

cling and get attached to things on the flute
That's insane, I be in and bang, get boots
For gosh sakes that broad shakes, her thang to the game
The way the labia hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping when you're tapping, hit the scraps and be at em
The sag like they're saddened
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 lips and clitorises, hit her with
(Boom bow bang)
Swinging from my you-know-whats so you buttcheeks
Are clapping tapping the guts on the late your date
my ego read those lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
My description, why, when I'm them 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 broads with nasty
Keep corns on your husk, you muskrat
But if she's fly, I try to bust
Gluttius maximus, I wax and
I'm taxin just to be the mack man

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

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