Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not A Player

Yo, I a player, I just fuck a lot
on top of my dick and work them hips
Until I bust a
It stop, I'm only beginning
I'm boning your women, you home all alone
I'm up in 'em
Sending them to you, mad at you
catch a motha' fuckin' attitude, I'm just showing you
How this do
Capital Punishment, I'm up in there
Suckin' it, bustin' it out, nice
Let me it
You wit King Papi Chulo
And knockin' culo, mooners out the socket
Tryin' to ride wit the
You my rhymes is high
Word I be 'em bitch be tryin' to ride
But the curb be 'em
'em with the gas
My G's premium unleaded, come get it, work the tongue
let the Pun hit it
Split it in
Watch the gatt, baby take a bath, be good, I might put away the
And you the mustache

I ain't a player, I just a lot
I'm not a player, I just a lot
I ain't a player, I just a lot
I'm not a player, I just a lot

I a stranger
In my chamber, I'll feed the local poor child binga?
I force my finga whre my ballaz lingah
I bring the pain Method
When I flex I'm flip the coochie, Rican to the core
And no bootie but eat the
me for being blunt
But I been eating cunts, since is pushing
Pink Caddies with the tank pumps
Bumpin' and
Simultaneously want it, up the walls
With my balls off your hymen
I'm a diamond in the
Bustin' in your face, taste the sweetness of my
Rip your out of place, yo
Bitches already the repertiore
Step in my car, lets start the
Escobar
By far,I'm the best at all sex
Forget the kissin', I'm skippin' the twistin'
See, that's

I a player, I just fuck a lot
I'm not a player, I just a lot
I ain't a player, I just a lot
I'm not a player, I fuck a lot

chick in back of me
Bought me a daiquiri, told me meet her in back of
'cause she I was packin' meat
I the freak
And hit the tele, got the phillies, lifted her
And put it in her mouth like
Far ugly
But they to say I'm too chubby, but since the money
The honies got nuthin' but for me
So rub my tummy and a wish
I'll make you rich, take kids to the flicks
Come back and fix favorite dish
bitch
I ain't that, I'mma hit that, split back to the shack
Where my other at
Now can you dig
I'm the Mack doin' my thing, pulling strings
Making you like you in a dream
It's the king of the quotables
Giving you multiples, just by the
Of my and the vocables
I notice you doin' your
With crew, is it aight if I come down there
And to you

I ain't a player, I fuck a lot
I'm not a player, I fuck a lot
I ain't a player, I just a lot
I'm not a player, I just a lot