Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

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

Now I know it's like fearin'
But you wanna hear that unholy spirit
Is still gettin' done by
Pulled up a and fucked a nun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's so hot, it
So stick a spoon in it, and a couple turns
And I thought you was a good
Never let nobody inside world

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

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

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

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

You don't what you doing
But it feels so good, you think screwin'
You feel tingle
As you giggle, and to wiggle, but still single

Playin' Esham tape
So love, and so much 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 with the soup
'Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's

in her clothes
But the only one that knows
About dish
Squaggy juice, which like fish

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

The in the soup
The in the soup
The in the soup
The in the soup

Oww, oww, oww, oww
The in the soup
The in the soup
The in the soup