Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other 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 they be like "I know he of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' the city lights
My hat bent, high behind the 'lac tint
I'm with Brazilian women, heavy accents
They friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have with 'em many places
Leavin' in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners it in they faces
Young sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations
me what's 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 with me, you places"
Go replace'em, erase'em out my memory
Moist panties and wet sheets when think of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from to Jersey
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya me?
All the classy ones like to act they a virgin
And the nasty ones when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and
They be, removin' they skirts they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to it in
That's why, I like chillin' women who like women
Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto
They be for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
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 that sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I playin' 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, 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 right in 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
and gentlemen
This, is a Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Hustle daddy
So smooth,
up daddy