Luyện nghe bài hát Cloreen Bacon Skin

(lead by Prince)

Yeah, one of 'em... yeah, one of them breezy motherfuckers.

Nigger. What you're lookin' for, nigger? Oh it, stop.
Motherfucker didn't even have the on. You... you...

This song is called... this is called Bacon Skin, hit me.
It's to my first wife.
Her is, oh Lord, Cloreen.
She's fat, hit me.

Too nasty. I said now big dumb, you... you... Skin
Just fat, but you know it's at.
I you was thin, Cloreen Bacon Skin.

Brotch, you can't fuck with that, out.
And the said... and look out, said...
Wait a minute, I said... Skin, hit me.
Sexy. Don't touch noth. you touch snare or cymbal.
You just tap, God.

I wanna sing to this girl. I said baby, a minute.
When we're all alone, we try to love.
Somebody you on the phone.
I don't know what his name is, but I know... I this is life.
But that... real, baby. You're my wife.
Cloreen Bacon Skin, a minute.

Oh God, I said, wait a minute.
Oh, then the band said nice and breezy, nice and breezy, on I said.
more on the one, come on. And the band said...
That's alright, alright.
You old motherfucker, you a citizen, look out.
You can't fuck me. I'll drive you to the ground
OK Jerome, open the hat, here we go.

Rumbling, rumbling, yes.
Keep that pocket, don't get excited, on
Yeah, come on, said splash. God.
Everybody say Cloreen Skin.
Everybody say... you can't with that.
Eruption in face.
I'm too sexy, I'm too sexy, one in the place, good God.
I'm sexy, lovesexy right to my feet, good Lord.
And I'm sexy, God.
With the bacon meat, pork meat, the high hat up, come on say...

I can smell shit. That's nasty, too nasty.
Y'all let me go, look out. Good God, bass.
Good mutha, eruption in your face. God, look out I said...

Cloreen, I got for ya.
What's the matter, don't you me?
Am I too Splash! Oh shit!
Oh shit.

I can't it, I can't stand it.
Now I look in the mirror.
And I see this ugly face, God.
I just wanna run... I wanna run over to place, yes.
I wanna see, God, someone that's uglier than...
I said, I said uglier than me, uglier me.
Bacon Skin.

Nice and breezy, out now.
I said fellas, the word?
I said fellas, the word?
Look out, Skin, come on, splash.
What you do with that?
Everybody... everybody on, dance.
come on, dance.
We ain't put no more instruments on this. Just me and Bacon Skin.
Alright, that brother for my drummer, look out.
Oh shit, my hat done off. Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot?
God, I don't care. I got Bacon Skin.
Bacon Skin on my plate, God.
I want to ya, Cloreen, why you wanna make me wait?
I get sexy, I said... oh Lord, I said... I wanna get sexy.
Cloreen, come on, get down, on, splash.

Come on, good God. Cloreen's Alfred.
Alfred... Alfred, I need you to to me son, come on.
Alfred... on, Alfred, talk to me now.
I wanna... I got to you say, say Alfred.
I can't hear ya, come on, to me now.
Alfred, on, talk to me now.
on, Bacon Skin.
Alfred, do you hear me to ya?
Alfred, don't... ignore me.
Say nigger, say... talk to me, come on, on, talk.
What cha need, cha need?
You wanna... you open your hat?
You open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down.
Yes, come on. The volcano in your face, good God.
Oh Lord, old nasty. Alfred, to me, Alfred, come on.
Oh Lord, I can't stand it. to me Alfred, come on.
you go, come on, Lord. Alfred.
Everybody come on and dance, good God.
Come on, everybody dance. Alfred, on and dance. Dance.
I can't it, I can't stand it, oh dance, oh Lord.
Alfred, up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God.
God, oh shit.
Old say, I wanna say...
We gonna take it home, yes he is rumbling, out.
You can't fuck that shit, yes.
Turn it up one time, on, I said dance.
Shit, oh Lord.
Look out, I'm phase, I can't stand it.
I said... I wanna see some of the Skin. Cloreen, Cloreen.
You can't with that, talk to me Alfred, come on.
And the say... oh shit, Alfred.
Well, where the claps at?
Good God, Alfred. We done the house down.
Burn it down, burn it down, on, come on.
Say Alfred!

We done burn the down, we got to go.
We done it down, we got to go.
What cha can you say that?
Sexy, come on, on, everybody get sexy.

Cloreen, I wanna to ya. Cloreen, oh Lord.
Cloreen, you're the ugliest woman that ever seen.
I'm not jivin'.
Baby, there's one thing the loves and that's the truth.
And baby, you one motherfucker.
I'm not to ya.
You the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?
Well, why the hell can't you take a
Cloreen Skin.

Nice and breezy. We need no instruments.
Too in here. Get sexy. Get sexy.
Yes, old nasty. This funk goin' no place.
'cause it's old, old and sexy.
Bacon Skin.

Pound on the tom one time, come on. Yes.
We go'n... go to the jungle one time.
We gonna go to the jungle, God.
Go to the one time, good God, said...
And the band say one time. Good God, said...
Blisters, I got blisters, good God.
All my brothers and sisters, God.
Bacon Skin, God. Everybody come on.

Everybody, Skin.
Alfred, we got to get the outta here.
Oh Lord, let's go yo, let's... let's...
Is this where you Alfred? Is this where you live?
Oh shit, this a nasty place, is nasty?
Everybody, this is Alfred. Mmm, I like it, I like it.
We, we can't here, we got to go.
We got to go Alfred. Oh shit, too funky.
We got to go Alfred. You got any old James records? Huh?
God, everybody, Lord.

Come on Alfred, pack shit. We got to get the hell outta here.
Open the hat one time, put on hat, come on.
Yes, oh shit. Put on hat, good God.
Oh Lord, up on the bell Alfred, come on, get your coat.
Yes! That's a nice Alfred. How much you pay for that?
That much, huh? Yeah, I it. You're glad I like it, huh?
Yes. Oh shit. I said oh Lord. Put on your Alfred, let's go.
Ahhh!