Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus from "Talk Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I the record "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
Hopin' the Kool G Rap was just rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the to try to give me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to a nigga fed.
But on you bitches, don't make me laugh;
you couldn't deep throat G Rap if you was a giraffe.
Dag, some even fled they saw the head,
G's dick would make you seasick fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me 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 fuck you on the while I write graffiti."
even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex with a you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my dick 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 you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar walls into Hall.
Leavin' my mark on like Zorro,
plus bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes like it funny,
I think about 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 it when my dick's covered 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 Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I eat cats.
you gotta be brave 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' better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll it fit,
my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a lesson.
You think it's I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you bitches stingin' the bangin';
my man Jimmy got a in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather a fuckin' whole army,
'cause even the Witness Protection Program couldn't this man's salami.
You fuck and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
saliva dribble on your nipple,
orgasms and triple sip ripple and turn your ass into a cripple.
Then I see you for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a 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' naked girls fly rhymes,
but don't push me, that pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys 'cause I'm givin' 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 size of my dick, and let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, get open like a can;
just it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...