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.
Serious jet lag I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, I be weak when I get head late.
Today I got a session wit' Ronnie, I Veronica.
Met her year, about a week before Hanukkah.
foolish, I mean, honey wasn't Jewish,
But she had a lot of and she was nice on computers.
She told me she was born and in Bermuda,
And came 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 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 bring Stylez and Sheik me, datta be great.
have two friends, we gon' 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.
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.
you remember, Sheik you remember.

Oh yeah, I them 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 to the belt buckle, to our shoes, shall I go on?
Wit' five of us up front, he needed to perform.
from 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' down, she sittin' there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she from an island, not chicks 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.
From 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 fucked until we 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 and orange juice, next to the cable.
a note saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash like you, I ain't your slut,
Or teaser, please, I need food in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I done been yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas me call her B,
'Cause she to fuck doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis 'cause skandalous.
robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I kill a friends.
to bounce, stole a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
three rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't it personal, we didn't finish the job.
trois.
We niggas wit' they dick hard.
They got me lookin' at the 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 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 look
We could have it up and jus' fucked 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.