Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

Hey, let's get away and get a 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 like "I know he tired of the
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the type"
Yea right, I be through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac
I'm with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em many
Leavin' semen in British faces
kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 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 til the second date, I'm so impatient
of they aggravation, take'em rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick me, you goin' places"
Go replace'em, draw erase'em out my
Moist and wet sheets when they think of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to
in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I to'em dirty
But I'm the ice, got'em laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts 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 women who like
Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white
Indians, Italians, and Puerto Ricans
They be itchin' for they 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 bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't playin'
Ain't got kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So and, chill in the cut if you willin' to cut
And when you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo
Now so for while we talkin', I'm fillin' 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 apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu to do? Opportunity's right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a or two
But pimpin' spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy to some women

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