Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I up in a daze wit' the slight headache.
You the usual, the studio gettin' red late.
jet lag when I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, 'cause I be when I get head late.
Today I got a 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 dough and she was on computers.
She me she was born and raised in Bermuda,
And came to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, a long story short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, still on the track.
Same wit' same chips, ass, it was fat.
I really think she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of questions 'bout and Sheik.
She called me and said she was in 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 bring 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 from 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 them hos night.
We was at the beacon,
Tucker 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.
From my neck to the 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 he said 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 them that be out wilin'.
me that her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite 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 until we both got woozy.
Woke up, 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 orange juice, 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 need 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 'cause skandalous.
Cindy robbed Shiek and to Los Angeles,
I won't 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 fuck left the truck?
Three 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,
Running out the room,
off Kissimee.
The bitch aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you speachless?
We could have 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.