Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

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