Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

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

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

Yo, yo, uh,
From to Cali, from Vegas to Jersey
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya me?
All the classy like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and
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 chillin' with who like women
skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, and Puerto Ricans
be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
say

Excuse me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a
Yo whole style, yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you offended by the way that 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 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 killin' the bottle, wake up in linen tomorrow
But tell me would it you if we ended up at the W
on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu want to do? Opportunity's in front of you
Know you to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit linen to the young
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to women

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