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, Oh hold it, stop.
Motherfucker didn't even have the on. You... you...

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

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

Brotch, you fuck with that, look out.
And the band said... and 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 baby, wait a minute.
we're all alone, we try to make love.
Somebody you on the phone.
I don't know what his is, but I know... I know this is life.
But that... that's real, baby. my wife.
Cloreen Skin, wait a minute.

Oh God, I said, wait a minute.
Oh, then the band nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come 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 with me. I'll drive you to the
OK Jerome, open the hat, here we go.

Rumbling, rumbling, yes.
Keep that pocket, get excited, come on
Yeah, come on, splash. Good God.
Everybody say Bacon 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, lovesexy down to my feet, good Lord.
And I'm sexy, God.
With the bacon meat, pork meat, close the high hat up, on say...

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

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

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

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

on, good God. Cloreen's brother Alfred.
Alfred... Alfred, I you to talk to me son, come on.
Alfred... on, Alfred, talk to me now.
I wanna... I got to you say, say Alfred.
I can't ya, come on, talk to me now.
Alfred, on, talk to me now.
Come on, Skin.
Alfred, do you hear me to ya?
Alfred, don't... don't me.
Say nigger, say... to me, come on, come on, talk.
What cha need, cha need?
You wanna... you wanna your hat?
You wanna open your hat? open it up, come on, get down.
Yes, on. The volcano erupt 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 motherfucker say, I say...
We take it home, yes he is rumbling, look out.
You can't fuck that shit, yes.
Turn it up one time, on, I said dance.
Shit, oh Lord.
Look out, I'm outta phase, I stand it.
I said... I wanna see of the Bacon 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?
God, Alfred. We done burn the house down.
Burn it down, it down, come on, come on.
Say Alfred!

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

Cloreen, I wanna to ya. Cloreen, oh Lord.
Cloreen, you're the ugliest woman that I've 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.

and breezy. We don't need no instruments.
Too in here. Get sexy. Get sexy.
Yes, old nasty. This ain't goin' no place.
it's old, it's old and sexy.
Cloreen Skin.

Pound on the floor tom one time, on. Yes.
We go'n... go to the jungle one time.
We gonna go to the jungle, God.
Go to the jungle one time, God, said...
And the say one time. Good God, band said...
Blisters, I got some blisters, 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, let's go yo, let's... let's...
Is this where you Alfred? Is this where you live?
Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is
Everybody, this is nasty Alfred. Mmm, I it, I like it.
We, we stay 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 your shit. We got to get the hell here.
Open the hat one time, put on your hat, on.
Yes, oh shit. Put on your hat, God.
Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred, on, get your coat.
Yes! That's a nice coat Alfred. How you pay for that?
That much, huh? Yeah, I like it. You're I like it, huh?
Yes. Oh shit. I oh Lord. Put on your boots Alfred, let's go.
Ahhh!