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, I be weak when I get head late.
I got a session wit' Ronnie, I mean 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 me she was born and raised in Bermuda,
And came to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a long short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, on the same track.
Same wit' chips, ass, it was still fat.
I ain't really she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of questions Stylez and Sheik.
She me and said 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, the Sony cam, zoom lens.
All ourselves one big hell of a weekend.
Eat at joint, an' catch 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 cold '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 to the belt buckle, to our shoes, shall 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' she from an island, not them chicks that be out wilin'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
Favorite show and Mindy,
color, green, no kids, but plan to have plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
From what of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She played to get,
But we it from the movie to the jacuzzi,
From the to the bed,
We fucked until we got woozy.
up, breath stinkin',
and shit.
I smelt breakfast in the kitchen, but was the bitch?
I walked in there, it was cheese, eggs, and on the table,
beef 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 your slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I need in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I been spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas like me her B,
'Cause she to fuck doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to dis 'cause they skandalous.
robbed 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 finish the job.
trois.
We niggas wit' they dick hard.
They got me lookin' at the 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 caught the fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The bitch to end me,
out the living room,
off Kissimee.
The couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
around to Beatrice,
Why you speachless?
We could have lived it up and fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
Be'fo I cocked it
I heard screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.