Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

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

Now I know it's like that
But you still wanna hear that spirit
Is still gettin' by none
Pulled up a and fucked a nun

The walls blood from thinkin' 'bout sex
As your clit wet
Your hot like fire, you
than pleasure, much more higher

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

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

I smell virgin
Operatin' on yourself a medical surgeon
you love 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 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, your panties all wet spillin' that soup
Home made, never stored in cans, made with hands
I think your startin' to stick to the pot, means, soup's too hot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get for the fountain
you'll be cumin' around the mountain
Any with the soup
'Cuz the still tastin', as she's wastin'

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

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

The devil's in the
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