Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze wit' the headache.
You know the usual, the 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 session Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, a week before Hanukkah.
Sounds foolish, I mean, 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 here to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, a long story short, screwed her.
She moved, and she back, still on the same track.
wit' same chips, ass, it was still fat.
I ain't think 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 felt about up fo' old times sake.
I'm a bring and Sheik wit' 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 ourselves one big hell of a weekend.
Eat at joint, an' catch 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.
Stylez you remember, 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?
Wit' five of us up front, he needed 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' down, she sittin' there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she from an island, not them that be out wilin'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
Favorite Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but plan to plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
From what of whip she push,
To bar she be at,
She hard to get,
But we it from the movie to the jacuzzi,
From the to the bed,
We fucked we both got woozy.
up, breath 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' beef 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 dick teaser, please, I need in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I done been yo' Visa.

I Beatrice, but niggas like me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck style, plus 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.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
in the garage:
Tu entourage.
Y'all rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
take it personal, we didn't finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' dick hard.
got me lookin' at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck left the truck?
Three in my house,
try to wet me up.
to the kitchen,
Seen by the cabinet.
the gun holster with 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.