Luyện nghe bài hát Lace Me Up

UHH, yeah, uhh! (UHH, yeah, yeah)
(Click Click, Click Click) Yeah, Click shit
(homeboy) Suga (homeboy)

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

Suga, I'm a man and me, most men is faulty
only out for one thang and that's to get between them drawers
Now dere you go with that dry drama
I know you mobbin, but why you tryin to stop my
Tear that off! You better get somewhere that, you trippin
You know how we been long range pimpin
I'm sayin, a little class
I'm to break his ass right, right?
Den up the ass
Okay, go hit the pot
Watch 'em serve a knot and get two hundred off cot
That's him for his change
Get off in his mind, exercise yo' game
Like (Homeboy) So quick
call me Suga Break-A-Trick
You like Sherrie Stack-A-Grip?
nuttin to it
Us females ball too - somebody do it

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

I got, three switchin beotches, Christine and Dorene
and clurvin, Listerine and chlorine
I got, trick willies, kickin me allowance
Buyin me clothes, that can't even pronounce
I got, off the backboard
I got, materialistic shit most females can't
How bout fame, money,
And (they love the way us Ball
But let me put you up on these schemes practice
Screw you good and steal the money underneath the mattress
You got to be an actress, it's and cunning
We orgasms, and make 'em think we cuming
some cool clues
I ain't lie, you laced my tennis shoes
I'ma go back and all my dudes
Y'alls football with basketball rules
our niggaz, we make 'em
Buy engagement rings and give
But see Suga you ain't with no square ass figure
They call me EarlI can show 'em the way
To the oldest game in the world
I ain't never been one to be suckin up to no
My grandaddy told me to whip the
Don't let the pussy be the

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

I tried to you about a batch (what they did?)
Hit yo' out with a bat and put yo' tires on the flat
Now we can be some skanless sneaky sly
Burnin indo even though to' up the flo'
I smell you cause I be hustlin, tryin to make mail
But my broad keep to send me back to jail
She you fuckin?
Yeah, now she holdin
Took her and scratched up my Cutlass
You gotta watch us slick talkin bay niggaz off that gin
We'll around and get drunk and run up in yo' best friend
We pop bra
We pop
We bout scrilla scratch
We them dollars
It ain't gon' be no, Fuck Faces,no tasters
Without them big faces (what I do?) He tied my shoelaces

Want me to tie yo'
(YEAHHH)
Want me to you?
me (lace me up!)

It is so enthusiastic to hear my mouthpiece as I spoke upon the
I promise you I am so open to the public about these LRP's
Come on down, to my right?
And I can lace the tardy people up, I'm havin a class right?
And if you need to be man
on down to Shoestrings'n'Things they'll lace you up real good
You underdig? The Pop Ya Network
Up the Bosses Will Be Bosses umbrella
And I promise you, my is so devestatin
And it can not be man because I promise you
It ain't nothin but straight comin up outta here pimpin
Homeboy,