Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

Shit, you been might have once been true
But I don't think this time your motherfucking punk do
and gentlemen here he is
The man that can and this pussy belongs to me
hear it for Mr

Now I know like that fearin'
But you still hear that unholy spirit
Is still gettin' by none
up a dress and fucked a nun

The walls sweat blood from thinkin' sex
As your clit wet
Your hot fire, you desire
More pleasure, much more higher

Your on your chest start to bleed
The soup is gettin' hot, time to
heaven is burnin'
As you're masturbatin', but still you're

The fire is gettin' hot
As you stick finger in the soup inside the pot
You begin to it
Lick your to taste it, but it's not done yet

I smell virgin
Operatin' on yourself a medical surgeon
you love to do
Who thought it was you

The devil's in the
The devil's in the
The devil's in the
The devil's in the

Break out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all got
The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the of the pot
Juice is on the
I I smell a lil' tumor inside that soup
So you puttin' in it? The basic four fingered food groups

All alone, 'cuz you for a minute, and meat and bones
So the devil's in your soup, panties all wet from spillin' that soup
Home made, never stored in cans, always made with
I your startin' to stick to the pot, that means, soup's too hot

so hot, it burns
So stick a in it, and give a couple turns
And I you was a good girl
Never let inside your world

So the in the soup
How'd you let the devil get inside soup?
Been thinkin' sex
Next thing you'll know, be wearin' a cotex

When the walls come
And the in the cupboard there too be found
committed sin
But when the devil's in the soup, it'll happen

The devil's in the
The in the soup
The devil's in the
The devil's in the

Masturbatin', demonstratin', love
Knowin' damn well, that ain't you thinkin' of
You're thinkin' about
For the first time, out ya mind

You don't know you doing
But it so good, you think you're screwin'
You something tingle
As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but single

that Esham tape
So much love, and so hate
Your emotions run
Feelin' more like a woman, and less a child

Get for the fountain
'Cuz you'll be cumin' around the
Any minute the soup
'Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's

in her clothes
But she's the one that knows
About that
juice, which smells like fish

And she to fix it
Her favorite part is she mix it
Virgins want to fun to
But they do
The devil's in the

The devil's in the
The devil's in the
The devil's in the
The in the soup

Oww, oww, oww, oww
The in the soup
The devil's in the
The devil's in the