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 steaksauce from shoulders to fingers
leave it on it lingers like top 40 pop singers
lick some beans off my thigh, i'll shoot my in your eye
you should savor the taste of my poonanny pie
i carry it around me in a bag that says versace
along with my hitachi and some soy or
need salt with that thing! a cock with no custard
like with no mustard (tight assholes make me flustered!)
bitches shittin' ma dickin' ma hittin' and ma
don't need a phd to know you've been forfeitin' ma
i need a ass with these fries...and some big-ass would be nice!!!!

i had a dream night that i tried to take a bite
of 40 steaks up in a tantalizing line
i woke up in a sweat, my silk sheets were soakin' wet
thought about goin' to sleep, but then my i pet!
with raging of burger pattties, burger fucking leather daddies
smoking fatties ratty catties spreading 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 tryna pop this coochie
musical youth passin' the dutchie, palms cold like toffuti cutie
thank you baby, for me off my fucking cunt is your trough
now shut up , turn your and cough
i love the way you treat me, now chew and eat me

i'm crack on the stove to knock out my frontal lobe
and get my mind off the perversion that's makin' my roam
to of fast food instead of well endowed dudes
tryna cop cool attitutes, git my fat ass in the
bitches tell me i might die 'cause everything i eat is f-fried
but all i want is some french
and some of that hot pie.