Luyện nghe bài hát Bristol Hotel

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

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

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

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

The Bristol Hotel it ain't no thing
And her meat tastes than Burger King
Japanese executives in three-piece
Glasses all foggy when come in the place

The girlies in the
all in cahoots
He asleep and got robbed
And cold his face at the

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

Party people the story, 'cos the story is ill
the story of two men, one Harold, one Bill
They went inside the Bristol on a night
was cool but Bill felt uptight

The girlies made 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, what the Yo, man that's my wife

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

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

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

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

The Bristol
The Bristol
The Hotel
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