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 their for a nigga to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' vaginas with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to 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 when 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 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."
I'll fuck you in a taxi cab,
and sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
as you open your legs,
no need for no 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 have you cummin' waterfalls,
and then turn them sugar into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches Zorro,
plus bitches so def like there won't be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' like it ain't funny,
I think bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that fine,
pretendin' my was Moby 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 not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't that:
I'll go to a Chinese restaurant, bitch, if I eat cats.
Because you gotta be to eat the tuna, G.
So it comes to pussy-lickin', I'm the chicken of the sea.
I should be on the sex
not a chump 'cause I'm givin' better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, make it fit,
because my dick'll pop the cherry and spit out the pit.
And if concerned, my sperm don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give that nappy-headed ass a perm.
Shucks, I instruct a lesson.
You think it's painless? I hit the 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, rather hump 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 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 Three Sons, I got the Dick out the Van Dyke.
I'm fuckin' naked with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because that pussy be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I you hookers can't refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys 'cause I'm bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that pussy apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Park.
So if you want kids I fuck ya,
look at the of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get like a can;
leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...