Luyện nghe bài hát Bowtie

you cut up
Girl you you cut up

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in tuxedo
Cummerbund no suspenders
My torpedo, you
to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can some of this
Smack on smack on some of this tracy
her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her is full of liquor
Off Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a damsel in distress impressed stylish things
mean? (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the lot we primp, crooked booty to the scene where I's

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why they me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so
To put on a pair of much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the stack!
As we skip the line through the glass window glance
We look fine, right on
As we step in the the nursery's crunk we've come to play
Everybody's cause them furs just hit the door
the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you me!
Cause we well designed, like the wine
good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because can't deny
So your hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!