Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

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

Now I know it's like fearin'
But you still wanna hear unholy spirit
Is still done by none
Pulled up a dress and a nun

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

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

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

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

The in the soup
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 the side of the pot
Juice is on the
I think I smell a lil' tumor that soup
So what you puttin' in it? The four fingered food groups

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

so hot, it burns
So stick a in it, and give a couple turns
And I thought you was a girl
Never let nobody inside world

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

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

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

Masturbatin', demonstratin', good
damn well, that ain't what you thinkin' of
You're thinkin' about
For the time, you're 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

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

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

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

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

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

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