Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

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

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

The walls blood from thinkin' 'bout sex
As clit gets wet
hot like fire, you desire
More than pleasure, much higher

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

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

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

The in the soup
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 the side of the pot
is on the covers
I think I a lil' tumor inside that soup
So what you 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 spillin' that soup
Home made, never stored in cans, always made hands
I your startin' to stick to the pot, that means, soup's too hot

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

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

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

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

Masturbatin', demonstratin', good
Knowin' damn well, ain't what you thinkin' of
thinkin' about cumin'
For the time, you're out ya mind

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

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

Get ready for the
'Cuz you'll be cumin' around the
Any with the soup
'Cuz the devil's tastin', as she's wastin'

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

And she to fix it
Her part is when she mix it
want to have fun to
But when do
The in the soup

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

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