Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze wit' the 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.
I got a session wit' Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, 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 here to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a story short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, still on the track.
Same same chips, ass, it was still fat.
I really think she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of 'bout Stylez and Sheik.
She called me and she was in town fo' a week,
The Westside, Manhattan, the and the Marquise.
How I felt about gettin' up fo' old sake.
I'm a bring Stylez and Sheik me, datta be great.
have two friends, we gon' bring the truck and the new Benz.
Desert in the, the Sony cam, zoom lens.
All have ourselves one big 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 heat on a night 'n the winter.
you remember, Sheik you remember.

Oh yeah, I them 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.
my neck to the belt buckle, to our shoes, shall I go on?
Wit' five of us up front, he shades to perform.
Mose the flow, up we inside, toe up.
I drink, smoke, no coke.
Besides the shit he said on stage, the we had on us wuz no joke.
I fo' seats down, she sittin' there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she from an island, not them that be out wilin'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
show Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but to have plenty.
We chit den chat, dis 'n dat.
what kind of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She hard to get,
But we made it the movie to the jacuzzi,
the jacuzzi to the bed,
We fucked 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,
Wit' beef sausages and juice, next 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 teaser, please, I need food in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I done spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
in the garage:
Tu entourage.
Y'all rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we finish the job.
trois.
We niggas wit' they dick hard.
got me lookin' at the letta 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 with the forty 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 couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you speachless?
We could lived it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
Be'fo I it back
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.