Luyện nghe bài hát Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble (1988 Extended Remix) (w/ DJ Jazzy Jeff)

Listen homeboys, don't to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the
remember my rhyme and get the hell away

Just last week I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady I wanted to meet
I walked up to her, I said
She said, You're of cute, I said, Yes, I know

But by the way, sweetheart, what's your
She said, My friends like to call me Elaine
I my name is the Prince and she said why
I said, Well, I don't know, I'm just a of a guy

But enough about me, yo, talk about you
And all the wonderful that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a bit of time
I showed some cash and the was mine

I took her town, I wined her and dined her
She ask me did I like her, I said well
All of a she jumped out her seat
me up by my wrist and took me out to the street

She started grabbing all over me, kissing and
So I shoved her away, I said you better bugging
She got mad, me dead in my face
Threw her hands in the air and yelled out

I got scared when she started to
So I her my wallet and ran like hell
I was ducking through alleys and left
But when the cops caught up, they almost me to death
I was arrested charged aggravated assault
(Yo, Clancy, we got him)
But it wasn't my

Nevertheless, mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but
So time a girl gives you the play
Just my rhyme and get the hell away

I was in a bar one Friday
Cooling, watching a Mike Tyson
I was maxing and relaxing, on tequila
When this walked up, she said, Hi, my name is Sheila

I by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said go
20 minutes later, things starting to cook
As we pulled up into her house, I said, I'm you, toots

The music was soft and there was wine in the
She winking and making little passes
At me, she pat me that's when she got bold
She feeling up my back, I said, Oh, your hands are cold

We went to her thinking of one thing
Took the off the hook to avoid the annoying ring
I her body and I kissed her cheek
And that's I observed those satin bed sheets

I felt that it was time for me to my move
I I better hurry up before I busted a groove
I leaned down to kiss her but out of the blue
A door and a voice said, Baby, where are you?

Her boyfriend busted in, he grinned an evil
And said, Boy, I'm a tear butt limb from limb
I was as hell, where I was supposed to go?
I yelled Geronimo and jumped out the window

Just my luck, we in a snow storm
And all I had was my underwear on to keep my
And to top the night off, I had to break in my
Because my keys were on pants on Sheila's book case
I was sneezing and coughing
I hope this doesn't too often but

Nevertheless, don't mean to bust your
But girls of the world nothing but trouble
So next time a gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the away

Yo, man, you think they see point?
I don't know, I don't they really do
I think you should 'em another example
Awright, give me a scratch, let's make it funky here

I got a ring on my phone May 5th year
It was my girlfriend, Betty, I said, Hello,
I was just to call you
I got a couple tickets to the Run D.M.C.
(I'm wit it)

six o'clock now, at eight will you be ready?
(Yeah)
Aight, fine, see you then,
I my hair washed and brushed my teeth
Got fresh dressed in my Le Coq Sportif

Got to Betty's at eight, I was to jet
Until Betty's mom Betty's not ready yet
I sat there for at an hour
It was ten nine before she got in the shower

Nine five, she comes downstairs
And said, I need a little longer to my hair
At ten o'clock, we had missed the show
She comes downstairs and let's go
Go Go to sleep, I'm gone
I was steaming like a as I drove home

But it just goes to show not trying to your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but
So next a girl gives you the play
Just my rhyme, just remember my rhymes
heed to my rhymes and get the hell away

Man, first your 'Parents Don't Understand'
Then you having these nightmares
I know, why me, man, why me? What's
Now girls, man, you know how it is
Can't live wit 'em, live without 'em