Luyện nghe bài hát Boobs

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

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

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

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

So I lose my cool,
and start like them other dirty guys,
would you please your boobs
to stop at my eyes.

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

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

If it for the alcohol,
I be quoting Voltair.
But with that cute bod' of yours,
I do nothin' but stare.

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

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

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

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

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