Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

i came here to tell you my loinz have been
my hips are gyratin', my hitachi's
when i think about from shoulders to fingers
it on till it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my load in your eye
you should savor the of my sweet poonanny pie
i carry it around with me in a bag that says
with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need some salt with that thing! a with no custard
ketchup with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma ma hittin' and bewitchin' ma
need a phd to know that you've been forfeitin' ma
i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass lips 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 silk were soakin' wet
thought goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with thoughts of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties spreading apparati
my voice crax when i see hands approaching me
i sniff your fingers one by one to find out what
you lickin' off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
musical passin' the dutchie, your palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for suckin' me off my fucking cunt is your
now up , turn your head and cough
i love the way you treat me, now swallow and eat me

i'm cookin' crack on the stove to knock out my lobe
and get my mind off the perversion makin' my eyes roam
to bagz of fast food instead of well endowed
cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the nude
bitches tell me that i might die 'cause everything i eat is
but all i is some french fries
and of that hot apple pie.