Luyện nghe bài hát Child's Play

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

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

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

in light shows, having no intentions on love
But having strung 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 son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, else can change me

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

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

Guys and girls, y'all remember days and shit
walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret
Next looking like powder
You know what I 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 for half days
And all
to see that little girl right there? In mind to this
Go home and think about it, you what I mean?
May hump the bed on her, You know what I mean?

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