Luyện nghe bài hát Cloreen Bacon Skin

(lead by Prince)

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

Nigger. What lookin' for, nigger? Oh hold it, stop.
Motherfucker even have the headphones on. You... you...

This song is called... song is called Bacon Skin, hit me.
dedicated to my first wife.
Her is, oh Lord, Cloreen.
just fat, hit me.

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

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

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

Oh good God, I said, a minute.
Oh, then the band said nice and breezy, nice and breezy, on I said.
Once more on the one, on. And the band said...
alright, that's 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, get excited, come on
Yeah, come on, said splash. God.
Everybody say Cloreen Skin.
Everybody say... you can't with that.
in your face.
I'm too sexy, I'm too sexy, sexy one in the place, God.
I'm sexy, right down to my feet, good Lord.
And I'm sexy, God.
With the bacon meat, pork meat, close the 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, in your face. Good 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 stand it, I can't stand it.
Now when I in the mirror.
And I see this face, good God.
I wanna run... I wanna run over to your place, yes.
I wanna see, God, someone that's uglier than...
I said, I uglier than me, uglier than me.
Cloreen Skin.

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

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

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

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

Nice and breezy. We need no instruments.
Too in here. Get sexy. Get sexy.
Yes, old nasty. funk ain't goin' no place.
'cause it's old, old and sexy.
Bacon Skin.

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

Everybody, Skin.
Alfred, we got to get the hell here.
Oh Lord, go over yo, let's... let's...
Is this where you live Alfred? Is this where you
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 Brown records?
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, jump up on the bell Alfred, on, get your coat.
Yes! That's a nice Alfred. How much you pay for that?
That much, huh? Yeah, I like it. You're glad I it, huh?
Yes. Oh shit. I said oh Lord. Put on boots Alfred, let's go.
Ahhh!