Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

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

i had a dream last that i tried to take a bite
of 40 steaks lined up in a line
i woke up in a cold sweat, my silk were soakin' wet
thought about goin' to sleep, but my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties thigh apparati
my voice crax when i see hands approaching me
i sniff fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been 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 trough
now shut up , turn head and cough
i love the way you treat me, now chew and eat me

i'm cookin' crack on the stove to knock out my lobe
and get my off the perversion that's 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 everything i eat is f-fried
but all i want is some french
and of that hot apple pie.