Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus from "Talk Like Sex" ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with their for a nigga to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more stitches Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a fed.
But on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
you deep throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, even fled when they saw the head,
'cause G's dick would make you seasick me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me no sucker,
'cause these bitches'll be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress a motherfucker.
You the song before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train I write graffiti."
I'll even fuck you in a cab,
and sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
as you open your legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my is touchin' the eggs.
G Rap, the pussy slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' fucked up grammar if you was Bad Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll have you like waterfalls,
and turn them sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches Zorro,
fuckin' bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' like it ain't funny,
I think about of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Dick and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I love it when my dick's and smothered with saliva.
Shit, even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
I'll go to a restaurant, bitch, if I wanna eat cats.
you gotta be brave to eat the tuna, G.
So it comes to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I be on the sex channel;
not a chump 'cause I'm punk-bitches better humps than camels.
If a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my dick'll pop the cherry and out the fuckin' pit.
And if concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a lesson.
You it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you stingin' from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a fuckin' army,
'cause even the Witness Protection Program couldn't this man's salami.
You fuck around and a seizure,
before I a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
saliva dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sip ripple and turn your ass a cripple.
I see you searchin' for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the in.
Got damn! I hit the ham
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the right out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' girls with fly rhymes,
but push me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear pussy hole apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids I fuck ya,
look at the size of my dick, and let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood U Man...