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.
I got a session wit' Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, about a 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 here to get a job as a tutor.
I pursued, make a long short, screwed her.
She moved, and she came back, 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 'bout Stylez and Sheik.
She called me and she was in town fo' a week,
The Westside, Manhattan, the and the Marquise.
How I felt about gettin' up fo' old sake.
I'm a bring and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we gon' bring the 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' 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 heat on a night 'n the winter.
you remember, Sheik 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.
my neck 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' she from an island, not them chicks 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 kind of she push,
To bar she be at,
She played 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 in the kitchen, but where was the bitch?
I walked in there, it was cheese, eggs, and on the table,
beef sausages and orange juice, next to the cable.
Wit' a saying sorry, I had to rob you, baby, but
I need cash 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 remember Beatrice, but niggas me call her B,
'Cause she to fuck doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
Cindy robbed and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
to bounce, stole a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
Y'all rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' they hard.
got me lookin' at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck they the truck?
Three 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 couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you look
We could have it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the bitch is reaching.
Be'fo I cocked it
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.