Luyện nghe bài hát Boobs

(spoken)
(Alright now, this is a little modern-day love for ya.)

at this honky-tonk,
they're about to me insane.
To you the truth, my darlin',
the only reason I came.

But your so distractin',
it don't lead to my demise.
Can you tell your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

They're crummy rap music,
and there even a band.
Ah, And I wouldn't be here,
but you my heart in your hands.
(Yes you do, baby.)

So before I my cool,
and start actin' like them other guys,
would you please tell your
to stop at my eyes.

(rap-style: Yo there, brother, giving' you a shout.
Got the bitches in stitches, and all hangin' out.
Lookin' good in the hood, you what it's all about.)

(Shoot rapper, and let the guitar player play.)

If it for the alcohol,
I would be Voltair.
But that cute rocking' bod' of yours,
I can't do but stare.

go to your place, baby,
stay up and the sun rise.
But please tell your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

be your sex object.
I'll be your ol' boy toy.
We'll have the perfect wedding,
a little bundle of joy.

And down the road
we'll back and we'll laugh about this night.
When I said, "Tell your
to lookin' at my eyes."

Yeah, later down the
we'll look and we'll laugh about this night.
(Yes we will.)
now won't you tell your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

(ending: 3 more times)
Stick out boobsies
out your boobsies
Stick out your now