Luyện nghe bài hát Caribou Lou

Yeah, like the ultimate party favor baby you know
Two cups will get her hot and out of her clothes you
Lou

It's 151 rum, pineapple juice and Malibu
Caribou, get them all numb, make baby come
Out of her shell and raise
Don't stop the cops come

a bottle of 151, off in a jug one cup of Malibu rum
Baby, whassup? Then you fill the rest of the jug
With pineapple and its cracking

The only defect is up like, "What happened?"
I like red light and fed right bodies
Who like, red like Dolly and right totties at night
kay, ou-la, terrible day

You the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
Touch, get the jumping, keep the hotties humping
I like them and juicy, so don't Pilate nothing
Drinking to much Lou, you, you might be punching

Or at the back of the club, attending the luncheon
Satin, Kool-Aid gives you hella 151, dog
So run kitty run, we gon' drink it we done
Diddy, dum, bum bum
Here Kansas City, come so give me

151 rum, pineapple juice and
Caribou get all numb, make baby girl come
her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the come

151 rum, pineapple and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby come
Outta her shell and hell
We gon' party 'til the come

I see double, I see triple, be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't to hear you hata's sucking on sickles
We living it up in two oh sizzle
One to your maybro, your day go

Why I'm the one to you under the table?
And all the ladies that were doing
Want you to become a member of my drinking
You will
(Tech N9ne)

Trying to her truly get nudie, yes, I even do L words
In the fruity bazoodi, like to it and yell slurs at the movie
If I'm heated, I'm off to get a Caribou Lou to me
(Created)
By Tech nizzle and

One high day we it up
And then I say we Caribou-bizzle like I ladie
Originated in Kansas City, since 1995 baby

151 rum, pineapple juice and
Caribou get them all numb, make baby come
Outta her and raise hell
We gon' 'til the cops come

151 rum, juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby girl
Outta her shell and raise
We gon' 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, baby girl come
Outta her shell and hell
We gon' 'til the cops come

Tar bender, I need a nink
Release Caribou Lou and the is utter kink
Insane mainy, keep 'em then I'll remain zany
'Cause I'da say baby, I'm trying to make you my main

For the rest of the night, girl, you sexy and
Come to me Casa and see these reflects and your right
Groupies at 12 o' clock, man, I'm prawl go
(Ya, I'll 'em)
But ain't on crap and that's all I know

Yeap, in my tee and Nikes
You might me slightly heifing
Might see dry heave, die we not need IV's
me Siamese
(Tech, huh, you not any sense)

I might make her wanna a prada
But I get up on 'em I can do my thing I gotta
(Tech)
Hey, batta, batta, batta, batta, swaing a
He can hit, he can hit, he can hit swawing a

151 rum, juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby come
Outta her shell and hell
We gon' 'til the cops come

151 rum, pineapple and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, baby girl come
her shell and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops

151 rum, juice and Malibu
Caribou get them all numb, make baby come
Outta her and raise hell
We gon' 'til the cops come

151 rum, juice and Malibu
get them all numb, make baby girl come
Outta her and raise hell
We gon' party 'til the cops

It goes 151, rum, pineapple juice
Baby, we having some fun,
I'd like to give a big shout out to Lou
'Cause I'm it and they ain't paying me for it
(Not yet, hah)