Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a Man

Hey office lady. I see you there your rolodex
You what I'm going to do for you?

I'm to change out this water jug one-handed
But first Imma spill a few into your lap
And dab them up with powerful organ in my mouth
And by that I mean my
I'm a man
And I can tell by my in this duck painting that I look good
You know a man does?
Lays his finger to the of his nose to catch the grease
Then dips that finger into his beer head and head goes down
Yeah I going down
You of it?
I just want to take that of
and spill it on your naked back
African rain I call
Where's your
Don't answer that because he's here
I'm pointing at me. I'm your
Get me a and dip your undies in it
Because I my coffee with a nip of cream
I'm a man, Miss Office
Who's in picture frame?
I like kids but I like boyfriends
And I don't like
You ever to a zoo and seen the apes?
You seen the apes and thought
hairy abominations
That hairy one in the touching
with his leatherfingers, that's a man?
When you of that you think of me
You dic-tations? You get it?
You ever been
mind. We'll get to that
You
Put on that cardigan you got hanging over your
Do it
up that phone and dial S-E-X-F-U-N and guess what
My belt's gonna vibrate and put you
On speaker so you can hear begging
Imma pick up the saying
am I and you know how you'll answer?
A man
Go ahead and cry if you to because I love being flattered
Yeah lick that
Get that corner good
Let's refill stapler. Go on
Get out them and write
Yourself a to thank God for man
You got too much on your desk
You like foreplay? I don't
I to cut to the chase
a spade a spade
I'm a straight
I'm a man men
I'll the milk and the cow
That's you, the cow
I'm breezy
Gonna measure your entry spot with
Ruler you got the work picnic last summer
I already know you're a Q pantyhose
Q for Quit talkin
I hope you know how to cook because Mother don't wake up until
And by that time I'll be here you
Refilling water cooler and watching you suck
On that hard candy you never heard of a innuendo
So get ready because come 5 I'll be in the van waitin
Rubbin at myself that ape in his cage
Thinkin about you and your nasty, nasty, nasty
And so help me don't you forget the paper