Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches From Eastwick

Hey yo, I woke up in a daze wit' the 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 I get head late.
I got a session wit' Ronnie, I mean Veronica.
Met her last year, about a week Hanukkah.
Sounds foolish, I mean, honey 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 back, still 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 questions Stylez and Sheik.
She me and said she was in town fo' a week,
The Westside, Manhattan, the and the Marquise.
How I felt gettin' up fo' old times sake.
I'm a bring and Sheik wit' me, datta be great.
Jus' have two friends, we gon' bring the and the new Benz.
in the, stashin' the Sony 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 on a cold 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.
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 shit he said on stage, the 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'.
Told me that her wuz Cindy,
show Mork and Mindy,
Favorite color, green, no kids, but 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,
From the to the bed,
We fucked until we got woozy.
up, breath stinkin',
and shit.
I breakfast 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 note 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 been yo' Visa.

I Beatrice, but niggas like me call her B,
'Cause she like to fuck doggy style, plus the D.
But now I got to handle dis they skandalous.
Cindy robbed Shiek and to Los Angeles,
Like I won't a friends.
Went to bounce, a Benz.
Note in the
Tu entourage.
three rugged niggas, but y'all gotta get robbed.
Don't take it personal, we finish the job.
trois.
We kill niggas they dick hard.
They got me at the letta stuff.
Why the fuck they left the
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 the earchess fabanet.
Den I Cindy,
The tried to end me,
out the living room,
off Kissimee.
The couldn't aim,
So I her out the frame.
Turned to Beatrice,
Why you speachless?
We could have lived it up and jus' on the beaches,
And now you die,
And the stupid is reaching.
I cocked it back
I heard screeching,
Saw and James,
motherfucking squeezin.