Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

Shit, you been talkin' might 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
Let's it for Mr

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

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

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

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

I smell virgin
Operatin' on yourself like a medical
Something you to do
Who would 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 stir it up all you've got
The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the of the pot
is on the covers
I think I smell a lil' inside that soup
So what you in it? The basic four 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' that
Home made, never stored in cans, made with hands
I your startin' to stick to the pot, that means, soup's too hot

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

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

When the walls down
And the soup's in the there too be found
committed sin
But the devil's in the soup, it'll happen again

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

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

You know what you doing
But it so good, you think you're screwin'
You feel something
As you giggle, and to wiggle, but still single

that Esham tape
So much love, and so much
Your run wild
Feelin' more like a woman, and like a child

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

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

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

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 devil's in the
The devil's in the