Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

Hey, let's get away and get a room on the side of town
Hey shawty, I was for you
(Was you of me, hey, hey)
Hey, let's get a room, shawty we can somethin' if you down
(What you do?)
Hey daddy, I was for you

Bet they be like "I he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the lights
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked,
Have with 'em many places
Leavin' semen in they British
Make'em kiss they partners it in they faces
pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so
Relieve'em of they aggravation, rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, with me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
Moist panties and wet sheets they think of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from to Jersey
in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like a virgin
And the nasty ones when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E start in
Her girlfriend and she beggin' me to stick it in
That's why, I chillin' with women who like women
Light skinned, Asians, and white women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Ricans
be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
say

Excuse me shawty, but I been you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't around
Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the day I'm in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you to cut
And you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm yo cup
We the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But tell me would it you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a malibu pine apple and a blunt or two
Now whachu to do? Opportunity's right in front of you
Know you used to dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit to the young women
I'm T.I.P., as pussy popper to some women

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Whoa whoa
and gentlemen
This, is a Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand daddy
So smooth,
up daddy