Luyện nghe bài hát Child's Play

Pretty little Sally sat up by the trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty bum
She had a ass Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty thing loved the swings
And times she got my ding-a-ling
When she said push hard, she kept
Open as she back, couldn't help her dress blue back

Now I'm accountable right for my actions
before the Wallabee Champ was rockin' wallows
Drawin' cards, sent her rap through a bottle
from Dolomite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two 50 coins
love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it off
like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go be Mrs. Coke

Girl's so pretty, with little niddys
the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through
Healthy minds will grow,
me on a bus-stop, dustin', cursin' out
The are still coming, vibe with me
talking about Wu-Tang frontin'
But you telling lies to me

Beautiful in light shows, no intentions on love
But strung eyes of oppose, here we go
not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, dus', waiting for the bus
The fagot Nore son, now later
7th floor, building 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can me

Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, a Capricorn
I really the girl, had dreams about her
Thinking to myself some she got
But hating, was and Grace and Key-lolo
Trick bitches my boo at the school a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, got the last hit
Eh yo, these bitches started and shit

So I in
Those were the days, made in school plays
Paper trays, city test, made half a days
Shooting water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller
bum nigga, I pop a cherry for her
Fresh air fun, dunn, alphabets, berets
Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too to cum
Then engage him with candy rings
Eh yo, I hit shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broked her chicko's

Guys and girls, remember those days and shit
Girls walk around in school, one with the beret
Next looking like baby
You know what I Those were the days right there
Boston baked beans, girls to school with mad candy
You know what I mean? You'd just come in for half days
And all
Just to see little girl right there? In mind to this
Go and think about it, you know what I mean?
May hump the bed sometimes on her, You what I mean?

Word, days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom
You what I mean? Might get a little, go to the G.O
Store or something, you know what I
Word, buy a little chocolate, a shake or something
You know what I A little Butter crunch joints or something
You know what I mean? that real shit, G I miss those shits, man
I wanna go to school, man
my word, man
For real y'all, those were, those were the y'all you remember