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, get a room, shawty we can freak somethin' if you down
(What you do?)
Hey daddy, I was for you

Bet be like "I know he tired of the nightlife
He a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many
Leavin' semen in they British
Make'em kiss they partners it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, want a
But I waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient
Relieve'em of aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw out my memory
Moist and wet sheets when they think of me

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

Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a
Yo style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't around
Ain't got that time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So come and, chill in the cut if you to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be yo butt
Now so while for we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen
But me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a pine apple juice 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' linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as popper to some women

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