Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck U Man

[Chorus "Talk Like Sex" begins] ("Can ya dig it honey...?")
Since I made the record "Talk Sex,"
bitches are comin' up with their friends for a to hit the skins.
the Kool G Rap was just makin' rhymes,
but I'm leavin' bitches' vaginas with more than Frankenstein.
even had the nerve to try to give me head,
and swallow the whole jimmy to make a fed.
But come on you bitches, don't make me
you couldn't throat G Rap if you was a motherfuckin' 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 song before; you wanna see me,
"I'll fuck you on the A-train I write graffiti."
even fuck you in a taxi cab,
and sex with a nigga you'll be buyin' a box of maxi-pads.
Soon as you open legs,
no need for no control, bitch, 'cause my dick 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 won't be no pussy tomorrow.
Hittin' like it ain't funny,
I think about bowls of Cheerios because I my nuts and honey.
to all the women that look fine,
pretendin' my prick was Moby Dick and a whale of a time.
Now I'm not a diver,
but I love it when my dick's covered and with saliva.
Shit, even straighten out your dentures,
because it's not just a blow job, honey, 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 be on the sex channel;
not a chump 'cause I'm punk-bitches 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 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 painless? I hit the and fuck up your large intestines.
Leavin' you bitches stingin' from the
my man got a hole in his head, but yo, that nigga's still hangin'.
Bitch, you'd rather a fuckin' whole army,
'cause even the Protection Program couldn't hide this man's salami.
You around and catch a seizure,
before I fuck a hoe I ta put the hooker under anesthesia.
Lettin' saliva 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 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' 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 no hickeys 'cause I'm givin' bitches bruises.
Yeah, I'll tear that hole apart,
for fuckin' G Rap after dark, you'd rather jog in Central Park.
So if you kids before I fuck ya,
at the size of my dick, and you'll let out the motherfuckers.
Shit, bitches get like a can;
just leave it up to G Rap, I'm the neighborhood Fuck U Man...