Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus from "Talk Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with their friends for a to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with stitches than Frankenstein.
even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and the whole jimmy to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, don't me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when saw the head,
'cause G's dick would make you seasick me in a waterbed.
try to paly me like no sucker,
'cause these bitches'll be up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll you on the A-train while I write graffiti."
even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my dick is the eggs.
G Rap, the pussy slammer;
hell, I'd be fucked up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn 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 bowls of Cheerios because I want my 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 covered and smothered saliva.
Shit, might even straighten out dentures,
because it's not just a job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I 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 be on the sex channel;
not a chump 'cause I'm givin' punk-bitches better than camels.
If you're a virgin, make it fit,
my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm burn,
and if it did, I'd that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your intestines.
Leavin' you bitches from the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather hump a whole army,
'cause the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck around and a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva on your nipple,
double and triple sip ripple and turn your ass into a cripple.
Then I see you for the swellin',
'cause leave a hole so big your gynecologist might fall the hell in.
Got damn! I hit the ham
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the Dick out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that pussy will be for it's nine lives.
I you hookers can't refuse this,
but pick me to give no hickeys 'cause I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll that pussy hole apart,
for with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you kids before I fuck ya,
at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open like a
just leave it up to G Rap, I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...