Luyện nghe bài hát Bristol Hotel

I know a fat girl, she a orange skirt
You give her twenty and you can do work
She'll take food and a traveler's cheque
her hair and her face, and her life's a wreck

She wears a bright wig, some high heeled pumps
down in the dumps so she's sellin' her rump
She's a hot little momma and she every day
If you pay to play, here's where she stays
at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

I seen her there, slutty as could be
Offering the for a itty-bitty fee
Every red she'll come over to your ride
Or she's standin' in the tellin' you to come inside

The Bristol Hotel 'cos it no thing
And her meat tastes better than Burger
Japanese executives in suits
Glasses all foggy when they in the place

The in the Bristol
all in cahoots
He fell asleep and got
And cold his face at the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

people check the story, 'cos the story is ill
It's the story of two men, one Harold, one
They went inside the on a Saturday night
Harold was cool but felt uptight

The made attempts but Harold played it cool
Never rush, that's the golden rule
I been comin' to the Bristol's ten of my life
A-yo, the hell? Yo, man that's my wife

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
that at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

You see, a Bristol girl is a one of a
And if you know her good enough, she won't make you stand on
She'll let you inside, make you pay for the
Take off her pants and it smells like somebody died

You say "What the heck", because you already
Not that the guy that went before you had AIDS
bang boogie, she was so amusin'
Next week you're at the gettin' blood transfusions
At the

(Bristol Hotel)
515
(The Hotel)
Where at?
(Jamaica, Queens)

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