Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

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

Now I know it's that fearin'
But you still hear that unholy spirit
Is still gettin' by none
up a dress and fucked a nun

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

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

The fire is gettin' hot
As you stick your 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 like a medical surgeon
you love to do
Who thought it was you

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

out the mix and spoon, and stir it up with all you've got
The soup is hotter and hotter, runnin' all down the side of the pot
Juice is on the
I think I smell a lil' tumor that soup
So you puttin' 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, panties all wet from spillin' that soup
Home made, never stored in cans, made with hands
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 you was a good girl
Never let inside your world

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

the walls come down
And the in the cupboard there too be found
committed 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 devil's in the

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

You don't know you doing
But it so good, you think you're screwin'
You feel tingle
As you giggle, and start to wiggle, but single

Playin' that Esham
So love, and so much 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 minute with the
'Cuz the devil's tastin', as she's wastin'

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

And she to fix it
Her favorite is when 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 devil's in the

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