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.
jet lag when I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, 'cause I be weak when I get 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 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, on the same 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 felt about up fo' old times sake.
I'm a bring and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we gon' 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 blaze Y-O to the Hudson.
Pass the tall one, two-five, we puffin.
We got the heat on a cold 'n the winter.
Stylez you remember, you remember.

Oh yeah, I them 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.
Besides the air on high, we wuz icy enough.
From my neck to the 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 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 chicks that be out wilin'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
Favorite show and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but plan to plenty.
We den chat, 'bout dis 'n dat.
From what kind of she push,
To bar she be at,
She played to get,
But we made it the movie to the jacuzzi,
the jacuzzi to the bed,
We fucked we both got woozy.
up, breath 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 sausages and orange juice, to the cable.
a note saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash like you, I your ordinary slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I food in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I done spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas like me her B,
'Cause she like to fuck style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
Cindy robbed Shiek and to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
to bounce, stole a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
Y'all three rugged niggas, but y'all get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we didn't the job.
trois.
We kill wit' they dick hard.
got me lookin' at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck they the truck?
bitches in my house,
try to wet me up.
to the kitchen,
Seen by the cabinet.
Tried the gun with 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 speachless?
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.