Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

i came here to tell you my loinz have shakin'
my hips are gyratin', my vibratin'
when i think steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it lingers top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, shoot my load in your eye
you should the taste of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says
along my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like ketchup no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma hittin' and 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 night i tried to take a bite
of 40 steaks up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk sheets soakin' wet
thought about goin' to sleep, but my pussy i pet!
raging thoughts of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties thigh apparati
my voice crax i see greasy hands approaching me
i sniff fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been lickin' off yo plate before pop this coochie
musical youth passin' the dutchie, your palms 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 treat me, now chew and eat me

i'm cookin' crack on the stove to out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion that's my eyes roam
to bagz of fast instead of well endowed dudes
cop cool 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 french fries
and some of hot apple pie.