Luyện nghe bài hát Kiss of a Black Widow

Let me tell y'all ho something
(Oh, you about that man?)
Yeah, them motherfuckers to us
up, tell all y'all motherfucking hoes

Y'all motherfuckers know the fucking time
You think we don't you motherfuckers?
Run in to the courts
With all that motherfuka

I'm letting all y'all know
I'm tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple motherfuckers
Bitches, we you motherfucka

Bobby Digi, Bob Digital is critical
Laid the fuck up the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me wid hijinx
Cuban linx from my neck, it was the sex

This twelve ounce of bex had me drunk
One laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe last
Lookin' a Benz with a woofer in the trunk

I up like a push-up stick
One up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick
I "Power equal, boo"
RZA I be Bobby D I G I too

(Is right?)
Word, and
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga crack
(For real?)

Word to grill like a thousand dollar
Close your eyes count to and click you heels
And we could end up at my face to face
Butt-naked I'll your inner space

Straight up boo, I can taste it
One drop of the God wouldn't waste it over the quilt
I rather put it inside you so breast be filled with milk
And we lay up and I could squeeze until it tilts
My house on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton

Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo I need that
(Look where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look, girl, shit I got than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the widow

You couldn't get a of the hype outfit
the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women oww
at a party or just in bed

Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your
My are funky, my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I say, well, what's the recipe
I know, I ask my ma, she don't know, "Go ask ya poppa"

It's all about me in the place to be, nigga you all uh
Motherfucka that shit is due mad
Motherfucking game and a God-damn shame
How motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason

Yo, I on, pass the break
Shake and motivate,

By this ways you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love
Fuck dunno you only blood
inside the scud-missile grip like tissue

Now I'm laid up the hospital
Bobby on critical
the testicles is drained

Huh huh
Nah, I ain't doing it right,
Huh