Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a wit' the slight headache.
You know the usual, the gettin' red late.
Serious jet lag 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, about a before Hanukkah.
Sounds foolish, I mean, wasn't Jewish,
But she had a lot of and she was nice on computers.
She told me she was 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 back, still on the same track.
wit' same chips, ass, it was still fat.
I ain't really she was a freak,
But she did ask a lot of questions 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 up fo' old times sake.
I'm a Stylez and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' 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 Puff's joint, an' catch a 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.
you remember, Sheik you remember.

Oh yeah, I them 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.
Besides the air on high, we wuz icy enough.
From my neck to the buckle, to our shoes, shall I go on?
Wit' five of us up front, he shades to perform.
from the flow, up we inside, toe up.
I drink, smoke, no coke.
Besides the shit he said on stage, the we had on us wuz no joke.
I slid fo' seats down, she there, smilin'.
Lookin' like she from an island, not them that be out wilin'.
Told me her name wuz Cindy,
Favorite Mork 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 played to get,
But we made it from the 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 where was the
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 like you, I ain't ordinary slut,
Or dick teaser, please, I need in my freezer.
And by the you read dis note, I done been spent yo' Visa.

I remember Beatrice, but niggas like me her B,
she like to fuck doggy style, plus hold the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
robbed Shiek and moved to Los Angeles,
Like I kill a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
in the garage:
Tu entourage.
Y'all rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't it personal, we didn't finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas wit' they hard.
They got me at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck they left the
bitches 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 the earchess 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 have lived it up and jus' fucked on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
Be'fo I cocked it
I tires screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.