Luyện nghe bài hát Int'l Players Anthem (I Choose You)

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 this gets you down
Then I every girl that I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all me, true, but I'm no island
maybe
It makes no sense, I know
Give up all this cat that's in my lap
No back
don't come equipped with rear view mirrors
They dip as as they can
The is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's
So the from the sun
Would not me on my bum
I shoot the moon
High jump the
Like a out the womb
My partner yellin' "Too soon! do it!
Reconsider! Read liter-ature on the subject
You sure? it
You know we got your back chiroprac-tic
If that do you dirty
We'll her ass out in some detergent
Now hurry
Go on to the
I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp remember what I ya
your heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Hey keep heart, three stacks, keep your heart
Man these girls is smart, three stacks, these is smart
Play part... play your part

My bitch a lover
Never without a rubber
in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a
Top notch get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to with $40 in the club
up the game, bitch it gets no love
She be cross country, all that she got
A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' off the lot
I smashed up the one, bought me a red
Every time we hit the 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 solo, time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side, if know what I
I show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the
And I can make you the eighth if you be my girl
When I say my girl I mean my woman, that ain't my style
Need a real stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile
We up the paper on the dinin' room table
Cuz you to realize I'm the truth and not a fable
We the freshest Sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack
What I look like with some thousand dollar up on my back?
I'm a million dollar mack that a billion 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, Pimp C, B
Cuz what's a ho with no pimp? And what's a pimp with no
be a lame, you know the game and how it goes
We tryin' to get

Eeny meeny decisions, with 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 do, tippin' for life
That's like makin' it rain every month on
Let me tell you, get your parasol
Cuz it's gonna get
Better prepare ya for the C
She supposed to it on that baby but we see she don't
"Ask-ask McCartney"
"The couldn't stop me"
"Slaughter-slaughterin' pockets"
"Had to tie her to a rocket"
Send her in to outer space, I he wish he could
Cuz he payin' 20K a day, bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting
Cuz you miscalculated the to the-the last pump
"Dump-dump in the gut, raw the giddy up"
"Better choose that right one or the kiddies up"
"(Shit)"