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 when I get head late.
Today I got a wit' Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her year, about a week before Hanukkah.
Sounds foolish, I mean, honey Jewish,
But she had a lot of and she was nice on computers.
She told me she was and raised in Bermuda,
And came to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a story 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 'bout 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 and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we bring the truck and the new Benz.
Desert in the, stashin' the Sony cam, lens.
All have one big hell of a weekend.
Eat at Puff's joint, an' catch a at the beacon.
a dutch blaze from Y-O to the Hudson.
Pass the one, two-five, we still puffin.
We got the heat on a night 'n the winter.
Stylez you remember, you remember.

Oh yeah, I remember 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.
the air condition on high, we wuz icy enough.
From my to the belt 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.
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'.
me that her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite show and Mindy,
color, green, no kids, but plan 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 it from the movie to the jacuzzi,
From the to the bed,
We until we both got woozy.
Woke up, 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' sausages and orange juice, next to the cable.
a note saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I cash like you, I ain't your ordinary slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I food in my freezer.
And by the you read dis note, I done been spent yo' Visa.

I Beatrice, but niggas like me call her B,
she like 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.
to bounce, stole a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
Y'all three rugged niggas, but gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we finish the job.
trois.
We kill 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 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,
motherfucking squeezin.