Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze the slight headache.
You know the usual, the 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 wit' Ronnie, I mean 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 born and in Bermuda,
And here to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a long story short, her.
She moved, and she came back, still on the track.
Same same chips, ass, it was still fat.
I ain't 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 wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we gon' bring the and the new Benz.
Desert in the, stashin' the Sony cam, lens.
All ourselves one big hell of a weekend.
Eat at Puff's joint, an' a show at the beacon.
Twist a dutch blaze Y-O to the Hudson.
the tall 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,
Chris 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 to the belt buckle, to our shoes, shall 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 shit he on stage, the cash we had on us wuz no joke.
I slid fo' seats down, she there, smilin'.
Lookin' she from an island, not them chicks that be out wilin'.
Told me her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite show and Mindy,
color, green, no kids, but plan to have plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
From what kind of she push,
To bar she be at,
She hard to get,
But we it from the movie 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 was the bitch?
I in there, it was cheese, eggs, and grits on the table,
Wit' beef and orange juice, next to the cable.
Wit' a note sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need like you, I ain't your ordinary slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I food in my freezer.
And by the time you dis note, I done been spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas me call her B,
'Cause she like to doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
Cindy Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I kill a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
Y'all three niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we didn't the job.
trois.
We kill niggas 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 holster the forty 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.
around to Beatrice,
Why you look
We have lived it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the bitch is reaching.
I cocked it back
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
Started squeezin.