Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

i came here to tell you my have been shakin'
my are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
when i think steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it like top 40 pop singers
lick some off my thigh, i'll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the taste of my poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag says versace
along with my and some soy or teriyaki
need some salt that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma hittin' and ma
need a phd to know 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 night that i tried to a bite
of 40 lined up in a tantalizing line
i up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets were soakin' wet
thought goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of burger pattties, fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties spreading apparati
my voice crax when i see hands approaching me
i your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been lickin' off yo plate tryna pop this coochie
musical youth passin' the dutchie, your palms cold like cutie
you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking cunt is your trough
now shut up , your head and cough
i the way you treat me, now chew swallow and eat me

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