Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the "Talk Like Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with friends for a nigga to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' with more stitches than Frankenstein.
Some had the nerve to try to give me head,
and swallow the jimmy to make 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 fuckin' 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 song you don't wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train while I graffiti."
I'll even fuck you in a cab,
and after sex with a you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no need for no birth control, bitch, 'cause my is touchin' the eggs.
Kool G Rap, the slammer;
hell, I'd be talkin' up grammar if you was Bad Mamma Jamma.
I ain't small, I'll you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn them walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' hoes it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women that fine,
pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and have a of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I love it when my dick's covered and with saliva.
Shit, might straighten out your dentures,
it's not just a blow job, honey, it's an adventure.
But 69, and I ain't with
go to a Chinese 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 be on the sex channel;
not a chump 'cause I'm givin' better humps than camels.
If a virgin, I'll make it fit,
because my pop the cherry and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my sperm burn,
and if it did, I'd give nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I a fuckin' lesson.
You it's painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the
my man Jimmy got a hole in his head, but yo, that still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather a fuckin' whole army,
'cause the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck and catch a seizure,
before I a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sip ripple and turn your ass a cripple.
I see you searchin' for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your gynecologist fall the hell in.
Got damn! I hit the ham
honeybuns, you can ask my Three Sons, I got the right out the Van Dyke.
I'm naked girls with fly rhymes,
but don't push me, because pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers refuse this,
but dont' pick me to give no 'cause I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that hole apart,
for fuckin' with G Rap after dark, rather 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, get open like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood U Man...