Luyện nghe bài hát Heart Attack

i came to tell you my loinz have been shakin'
my are gyratin', my hitachi's vibratin'
when i think about steaksauce shoulders to fingers
leave it on till it like top 40 pop singers
some beans off my thigh, i'll 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 versace
with my hitachi and some soy or teriyaki
need salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
ketchup with 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 a ass with these fries...and some big-ass lips would be nice!!!!

i had a dream night 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
about goin' to sleep, but then my pussy i pet!
with raging thoughts of burger pattties, fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties thigh apparati
my voice crax when i see greasy hands me
i your fingers one by one to find out what seasoning
you been off yo plate before tryna pop this coochie
youth 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 your and cough
i love the way you me, now chew swallow and eat me

i'm cookin' on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion makin' 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 die 'cause everything i eat is f-fried
but all i is some french fries
and of that hot apple pie.