Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus from "Talk 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' vaginas with more than Frankenstein.
Some even had the nerve to try to me head,
and swallow the whole to make a nigga fed.
But come on you bitches, make me laugh;
you couldn't deep G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' giraffe.
Dag, even fled when they saw the head,
'cause G's dick would make you fuckin' me in a waterbed.
try to paly me like no sucker,
'cause bitches'll 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 I write graffiti."
I'll fuck you in a taxi cab,
and after sex a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
as you open 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 small, I'll have you cummin' like waterfalls,
and then turn sugar walls into Carnegie Hall.
Leavin' my mark on bitches Zorro,
plus fuckin' bitches so def like there be no pussy left tomorrow.
Hittin' like it ain't funny,
I about bowls of Cheerios because I want my nuts and honey.
Talkin' to all the women 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 and smothered with saliva.
Shit, might even 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 punk-bitches better humps than camels.
If you're a virgin, I'll it fit,
because my dick'll pop the and spit out the fuckin' pit.
And if you're concerned, my don't burn,
and if it did, I'd give nappy-headed ass a fuckin' perm.
Shucks, I instruct a lesson.
You think painless? I hit the anus and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you bitches from the bangin';
my man got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd hump a fuckin' whole army,
even the Witness Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You fuck around and a seizure,
I fuck a hoe I gots ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' dribble on your nipple,
orgasms double and triple sip ripple and your ass into a cripple.
I see you searchin' for the swellin',
'cause I'm-a leave a hole so big your might fall 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' naked girls fly rhymes,
but don't me, because that pussy will be runnin' for it's nine lives.
I know you hookers can't this,
but dont' pick me to give no hickeys 'cause I'm givin' bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that pussy apart,
for with G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you want kids I fuck ya,
at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get open like a
just it up to G Rap, 'cause I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...