Luyện nghe bài hát Child's Play

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

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

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

Beautiful in light shows, having no intentions on
But having eyes of oppose, here we go
not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus', for the bus
The fagot Nore son, now later
Lady 7th floor, building
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, else can change me

Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no on
Tahitian berry tree, she's a Capricorn
I really liked the girl, had dreams her
Thinking to myself some she got
But hating, was Shinene and Grace and
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the hit
Eh yo, bitches started swinging and shit

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

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

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