Luyện nghe bài hát Dum Dums

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peep it, can you keep it down while I rock
Tick tock about chick around the block?
She was host, to the most hostess, no boastin'
Back in '85, she was live, yo no

A real go-getter, try and sweat her
Fifteen years old and she was a jetter
She had loot, and pops dukes had the bankin'
She around school and the stunt would act stankin'
Bitch, young Miss, only older fellas
My slang couldn't hang, no thang, I jealous of her

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Oh yeah, where was I? Bustin', now I'm
Now it's '87 and Miss is goin' steady
She was schoolin', chillin' 'cos her man was papers
Tellin all her friends that niggas caught the vapors

He found her, phoned her, then yo we her
Soon came a smack he act like he owned her
He used her, 'bused her, fractured her
Then the Tommy got slapped behind her gettin' dissed
I was buggin', 'nuff on the stuff that I was
But that's how it goes for the when they're bein'

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Aiyo mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on my
Remember chick Loretta, back in the days I used ta sweat her
I to smoke the boots, troop, it didn't matter
She was kickin' it to my man Stan livin' phatter

Than me, hops, chillin' in my hoodie and my
Now she's in a jam 'cos, Stan was rocks, but
Look at me now, honey, 'cos this the morning
I'm yapper, a nappy-headed rappa
Word to mom dukes, she was suits so I her to my show
Just to show my niggas the hooker was

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Ah the show was phat, now it's to the room, G
Yo mirror, this is where Loretta to do me
My neck was on her tongue, Ep's was swung
was gettin' biz with the friend that she brung

Then she it upon herself to let me know she's in the mood-a
Then she her boot-a, oh shoot-a, I screwed her
I showed her, I rolled her, from here to North
I the boots like a Brooklyn troop oughta
I stuck it in her backwards, bust a nut, she was
So I pushed in the bush 'til those lips partin', but she was

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