Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

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

i had a dream last night that i to take a bite
of 40 steaks up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets were wet
about goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking ratty catties thigh spreading apparati
my voice crax when i see greasy hands me
i sniff your fingers one by one to find out seasoning
you lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
musical youth the dutchie, your palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking cunt is your
now shut up , turn your 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 that's makin' my eyes roam
to bagz of fast food instead of well dudes
cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the nude
bitches tell me that i might die everything i eat is f-fried
but all i is some french fries
and some of hot apple pie.