Luyện nghe bài hát Child's Play

Pretty little Sally sat up by the trunk
miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, like Lauryn
like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty young thing loved the
And she got my ding-a-ling hard
she said push hard, she kept Vaseline
Open as she swung back, help her dress blue back

Now I'm accountable right for my actions
Right before the Champ was rockin' wallows
Drawin' cards, her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few from Goines
Birthday, gave her two 50 cent
Puppy love, gorgeous face, 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, kids with little
Hope the go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, through education
minds will grow, grow
me on a bus-stop, dustin', cursin' out
The cops are still coming, vibe me
Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang
But you still telling to me

Beautiful in shows, having no intentions on love
But having strung of oppose, here we go
It's not the way she the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, dus', waiting for the bus
The fagot Nore son, now year
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 really liked the girl, had about her
Thinking to some nights she got
But hating, was and Grace and Key-lolo
Trick jumped my boo at the school a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, got the last hit
Eh yo, these bitches swinging and shit

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

Guys and girls, remember those days and shit
walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret
Next looking baby powder
You know what I mean? were the days right there
Boston baked beans, girls come to with mad candy
You what I mean? You'd just come in school for half days
And all
Just to see that little girl right there? In 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 shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom
You know what I Might get a little, go to the G.O
Store or something, you know what I
Word, buy a chocolate, a little shake or something
You what I mean? A little Butter crunch joints or something
You what I mean? That's 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 goddamn you remember