Luyện nghe bài hát Boobs

(spoken)
(Alright now, this is a little 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',
it don't lead to my demise.
Can you please your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

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

So before I my cool,
and start actin' like other dirty guys,
would you please tell your
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' in the hood, tell you what it's all about.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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