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',
you're the reason I came.

But beauty's so distractin',
hope it lead to my demise.
Can you please tell boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

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

So before I my cool,
and start actin' like them dirty guys,
would you please your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

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

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

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

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

I'll be sex object.
I'll be good ol' boy toy.
We'll have the redneck 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 stop at my eyes."

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

(ending: repeat 3 times)
Stick out boobsies
Stick out boobsies
out your boobs now