Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

Shit, you been talkin' have once been true
But I don't think this your motherfucking punk will do
and gentlemen here he is
The man can party and this pussy belongs to me
Let's it for Mr

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

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

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

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

I smell virgin
on yourself like a medical surgeon
Something you to do
Who would it was you

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

Break out the mix and spoon, and it up with 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 that
So what you puttin' in it? The basic fingered food groups

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

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

So the devil's in the
How'd you let the devil get inside your
thinkin' about sex
Next you'll know, you'll be wearin' a cotex

When the come down
And the soup's in the 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 devil's in the

Masturbatin', demonstratin', love
Knowin' damn well, that what you thinkin' of
You're thinkin' about
For the first time, out ya mind

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

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

Get ready for the
you'll be cumin' around the mountain
Any minute with the
the devil's still tastin', as she's wastin'

Soup in her
But the only one that knows
that dish
Squaggy juice, which smells like

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

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

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