Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze the slight headache.
You the usual, the studio gettin' red late.
jet lag when I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, 'cause I be weak I get head late.
Today I got a session Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, about a before Hanukkah.
foolish, I mean, honey wasn't Jewish,
But she had a lot of dough and she was on computers.
She me she was born and raised in Bermuda,
And here to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, a long story short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, on the same track.
Same wit' same chips, ass, it was fat.
I ain't 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 felt about up fo' old times sake.
I'm a Stylez and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
have two friends, we gon' bring the truck and the new Benz.
Desert in the, stashin' the cam, zoom lens.
All have one big hell of a weekend.
Eat at Puff's joint, an' catch a at the beacon.
Twist a dutch 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,
Chris performing.
All of us was in der, it was stormin',
and Dogs.
hey yo, hos wuz tough.
Besides the air on high, we wuz icy enough.
From my neck to the belt buckle, to our shoes, I go on?
five of us up front, he needed shades to perform.
Mose 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' seats down, she there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she an island, not them chicks that be out wilin'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
Favorite Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but plan to plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
what kind of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She hard to get,
But we made it from the to the jacuzzi,
From the to the bed,
We until we both got woozy.
up, breath stinkin',
and shit.
I smelt in the kitchen, but where was the bitch?
I in there, it was cheese, eggs, and grits on the table,
beef sausages and orange juice, next to the cable.
Wit' a note sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I cash like 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 remember Beatrice, but like me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to dis 'cause they skandalous.
Cindy Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I kill a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
three rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' they hard.
They got me at the letta stuff.
Why the they left the truck?
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 the earchess fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The tried to end me,
out the living room,
off Kissimee.
The bitch aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you look
We could have lived it up and jus' on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the bitch is reaching.
Be'fo I cocked it
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
Started squeezin.