Luyện nghe bài hát Int'l Players Anthem

So I typed a to a girl I used to see
Sayin' that I this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if message gets you down
Then I every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown, but I'd see her smilin'
Wetness all me, true, but I'm no island
maybe
It makes no sense, I know
Give up all pussy cat that's in my lap
No lookin'
Spaceships come equipped with rear view mirrors
dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad night
So the light the sun
not burn me on my bum
When I the moon
High the broom
a preemie out the womb
My yellin' "Too soon! Don't do it!
Reconsider! Read liter-ature on the subject
You Fuck it
You we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you
wipe her ass out in some detergent
Now hurry
Go on to the
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember I taught ya
Keep heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Hey your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Man these girls is smart, three stacks, these girls is
Play your part... play your

My bitch a choosy
Never fuck without a
in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, a Kompressor
Top notch hoes get the most, not the
Trash like to fuck $40 in the club
up the game, bitch it gets no love
She be cross country, givin' all she got
A a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot
I smashed up the gray one, me a red
time we hit the parkin' lot we turn head
Some wanna choose but them bitches too scary
Your bitch me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy

Baby you been rollin' solo, to get down with the team
The grass is greener on other side, if know what I mean
I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the
And I can you the eighth if you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl I don't mean my woman, ain't my style
a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile
We pilin' up the paper on the dinin' room
Cuz you to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We rock the Sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like some thousand dollar shit up on my back?
I'm a million dollar mack that need a dollar bitch
Put my in your life, watch ya daddy get rich
as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3
Get down with U-G-K, C, B-U-N B
Cuz what's a ho no pimp? And what's a pimp with no hoes?
Don't be a lame, you know the and how it goes
We tryin' to get

meeny decisions, with precision I pick or
Make my on who I choose to be wit' girl
Don't touch my protection, I know you it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for
That's like it rain every month on schedule
Let me you, get your parasol umbrella
Cuz it's get wetter
Better prepare ya for the C
She to spend it on that baby but we see she don't
"Ask-ask McCartney"
"The lawyers stop me"
"Slaughter-slaughterin' pockets"
"Had to tie her to a rocket"
Send her in to space, I know he wish he could
Cuz he payin' 20K a day, that is eating good
Like an infant on a D titty, just getting plump
Cuz you miscalculated the next to the-the last
"Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the up"
"Better choose right one or pick-pick the kiddies up"
"(Shit)"