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 up with their friends for a nigga 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 swallow the whole to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, don't make me
you couldn't deep G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, some even fled when saw the head,
'cause G's dick would make you fuckin' me in a waterbed.
Don't try to paly me no sucker,
'cause these be callin' up Dial-a-Mattress like a motherfucker.
You heard the before; you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I graffiti."
I'll fuck you in a taxi cab,
and sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you your 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, have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar 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.
Talkin' to all the women look fine,
my prick was Moby Dick and have a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I love it my dick's covered and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might even out your dentures,
it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I with that:
I'll go to a restaurant, bitch, if I wanna 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 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 dick'll pop the and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd that nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I a fuckin' lesson.
You think painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
you bitches stingin' from the bangin';
my man got a hole in his head, but yo, that 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 and triple sip ripple and turn your ass into a cripple.
Then I see you for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist might 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 for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that hole apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap after dark, you'd jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids before I ya,
at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the Fuck U Man...