Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

i came to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
my are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
when i think steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my in your eye
you should savor the taste of my poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that versace
along with my hitachi and some soy or
need salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup with no mustard (tight make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma and bewitchin' ma
don't need a phd to that you've been forfeitin' ma
i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass would be nice!!!!

i had a dream last that i tried to take a bite
of 40 lined up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my sheets were soakin' wet
thought about goin' to sleep, but my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of burger pattties, burger leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties spreading apparati
my voice when i see greasy hands approaching me
i sniff your fingers one by one to out what seasoning
you lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
musical youth passin' the dutchie, palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking is your trough
now shut up , your head and cough
i love the way you me, now chew swallow and eat me

i'm cookin' on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion that's makin' my eyes
to bagz of fast food instead of well dudes
tryna cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the
bitches tell me that i might die 'cause i eat is f-fried
but all i want is some fries
and some of hot apple pie.