Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze the slight headache.
You know the usual, the gettin' red late.
jet lag when I get to bed late.
That why I fuck, I be weak when I get head late.
Today I got a session Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, about a 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, make a story short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, still on the track.
Same wit' chips, ass, it was still fat.
I ain't think she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of 'bout Stylez 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 Stylez and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
have two friends, we gon' 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 joint, an' catch a show 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 night 'n the winter.
you remember, Sheik you remember.

Oh yeah, I remember them hos 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 neck to the belt buckle, to our shoes, 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.
the shit he said on stage, the cash we had on us wuz no joke.
I slid fo' down, she sittin' there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she an island, not them chicks that be out wilin'.
me that her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite show 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 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 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.
Wit' a saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash like you, I ain't ordinary slut,
Or teaser, please, I need food in my freezer.
And by the time you read dis note, I done been yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but like me call her B,
'Cause she to fuck doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to dis 'cause they skandalous.
Cindy robbed and moved to Los Angeles,
I won't kill a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
in the garage:
Tu entourage.
Y'all three rugged niggas, but gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we didn't the job.
trois.
We kill niggas they dick hard.
They got me at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck left the truck?
bitches in my house,
try to wet me up.
to the kitchen,
Seen by the cabinet.
Tried the gun holster the forty fo' Magnum,
her in the heart.
Den caught the fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The tried to end me,
Running out the room,
off Kissimee.
The bitch aim,
So I her out the frame.
around to Beatrice,
Why you look
We could have it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
I cocked it back
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
Started squeezin.