Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I up in a daze wit' the slight headache.
You know the usual, the gettin' red late.
jet lag when I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, I be weak when I get head late.
Today I got a wit' Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her year, about a week before Hanukkah.
foolish, I mean, honey wasn't Jewish,
But she had a lot of dough and she was on computers.
She told me she was and raised in Bermuda,
And came to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a long short, screwed her.
She moved, and she back, still on the same track.
Same wit' same chips, ass, it was fat.
I really think she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of questions 'bout and Sheik.
She called me and she was in town fo' a week,
The Westside, Manhattan, the and the Marquise.
How I about gettin' up fo' old times sake.
I'm a Stylez and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we bring the truck and the new Benz.
Desert in the, stashin' the Sony cam, lens.
All have ourselves one big of a weekend.
Eat at Puff's joint, an' a show at the beacon.
a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson.
Pass the one, two-five, we still puffin.
We got the on a cold night 'n the winter.
Stylez you remember, you remember.

Oh yeah, I remember hos that night.
We was at the beacon,
Tucker performing.
All of us was in der, it was stormin',
and Dogs.
hey yo, hos wuz tough.
the air condition on high, we wuz icy enough.
From my neck to the belt buckle, to our shoes, I go on?
Wit' of us up front, he needed shades to perform.
from the flow, up we inside, toe up.
I drink, smoke, no coke.
the shit he said on stage, the cash we had on us wuz no joke.
I slid fo' down, she sittin' there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she an island, not them chicks that be out wilin'.
Told me her name wuz Cindy,
show Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but to have plenty.
We chit den chat, dis 'n dat.
From kind of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She hard to get,
But we made it from the to the jacuzzi,
the jacuzzi to the bed,
We fucked until we got woozy.
up, breath stinkin',
and shit.
I smelt in the kitchen, but where was the bitch?
I walked in there, it was cheese, eggs, and on the table,
Wit' beef sausages and orange juice, to the cable.
Wit' a note sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash you, I ain't your ordinary slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I food in my freezer.
And by the you read dis note, I done been spent yo' Visa.

I Beatrice, but niggas like me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck doggy style, plus the D.
But now I got to handle dis 'cause skandalous.
robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
in the garage:
Tu entourage.
three rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't it personal, we didn't finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' they hard.
They got me lookin' at the stuff.
Why the fuck they left the
bitches in my house,
try to wet me up.
to the kitchen,
Seen by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster with the fo' Magnum,
her in the heart.
Den caught the fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The bitch to end me,
Running out the room,
off Kissimee.
The couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you speachless?
We could have lived it up and fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the bitch is reaching.
Be'fo I it back
I heard screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.