Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a wit' the slight headache.
You the usual, the studio gettin' red late.
Serious jet lag I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, 'cause I be weak when I get late.
Today I got a session wit' Ronnie, I Veronica.
Met her last year, about a week Hanukkah.
Sounds foolish, I mean, 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, 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 'bout Stylez and Sheik.
She called me and said she was in fo' a week,
The Westside, Manhattan, the and the Marquise.
How I felt about up fo' old times sake.
I'm a bring Stylez and wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we gon' the truck and the new Benz.
Desert in the, stashin' the 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 blaze 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 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.
Mose the flow, up we inside, toe up.
I drink, smoke, no coke.
Besides the he said on stage, the cash we had on us wuz no joke.
I slid fo' seats down, she there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she from an island, not them that be out wilin'.
Told me her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but to have plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
what kind of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She played to get,
But we made it from the to the jacuzzi,
the jacuzzi to the bed,
We fucked we both got woozy.
Woke up, stinkin',
and shit.
I smelt breakfast in the kitchen, but where was the
I in there, it was cheese, eggs, and grits on the table,
Wit' sausages and orange juice, next to the cable.
Wit' a saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash like you, I ain't ordinary slut,
Or teaser, please, I need food in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I been spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but like me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck doggy style, hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
Cindy Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
to bounce, stole a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
Y'all three rugged niggas, but gotta get robbed.
Don't it personal, we didn't finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' dick hard.
got me lookin' at the letta stuff.
Why the they left the truck?
Three in my house,
try to wet me up.
to the kitchen,
Seen by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster the forty fo' Magnum,
her in the heart.
Den the earchess fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The tried to end me,
Running out the room,
off Kissimee.
The couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
around to Beatrice,
Why you look
We have lived it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
Be'fo I it back
I heard screeching,
Saw and James,
Started squeezin.