Luyện nghe bài hát Cake Boy

He's in a yellow Camaro, skin so
A buttercup boy the funny school
His hair's all and wavy
And mine is nappy so you me crazy
And he's got skin-tight spandex on
Straight to the bone
cook a big meal like your mother would
A boy, up to no good
He'll take your from ya
And he's makin' my homeboys
His body's a trip, got a booty like Josephine
And a touch of blush
And why most fly getitn' hooked on this?
'Cause he ain't down for the French
Girl, I'ma you what a cake boy is
(But so sensitive!)
Tossed salad is the
Cappuchino - his brew
And he's down to do what most tell him to
Brother, I'm of you!
His flow is low
And he down to throw
But he shakes that girl-like body on the floor,
The go (boinggg!!)

Striaght boy!
Cake.
cake boy! Huh, yeah.

I'm workin' out at the gym, a cake boy in
And all the girls to him
And I'm trippin' 'cause I'm as nails
And lookin' like a smoker from hell
suit, pink deer-foam boots
And a full of juice
And all the girlies start him, and lovin' him
All the cake huggin' him
off his shirt, the cake boy had no gun
So throw him up, son
His walkman radio was
(You gotta have cake!) That's the tape was sayin'
And he was shakin' that thang like a Chubby nightmare
All the homies
I don't know what it is, -
He was more women than a mall sale!
His spandex stuck right up in the where the sun don't shine
But the don't mind
that cake boy starts to move
To the old groove
And your likes that
You may not like that, but that's a fact,
He likes to roller-skate, skip rocks on
The bourgeois girls want straight-up cake

Huh.

If girl likes rhythm and blues, look out
'Cause cake's in the house
But all ain't cake, though
Some stay black, the others went yellow
Jump on stage like they seen a ghetto
Singin'
Sayin' "Oo, I want touch,
You I just can't get enough!" (a-hoo-hoo)
And your girl gets sprung, stickin' out her
And you sittin' like you're dumb 'till the show is
Naw, brothers, you gotta roll like
Find a that wants a man's kiss
if you don't you're bound to lose your girl
To that boy world
'Casue that cake pull up quick
And say "Does man have a body like this?"
And you don't, 'cause you drink brew, hah
Got a body like
And game is strong, and your background is raw
Hit the cake boy in the jaw
And that cake boy broke in ters
Now your girl is nuff here
But don't sweat it, 'cause you failin'
Get a 'round-the-way girl, and keep on
And if you're stuck with one of them stuck-up
Huh, press your luck
'Cause she'll you for what she enjoys
It ain't a man, it's a cake boy!

Yeah.
boy.

Don't your girl to one.