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 freak somethin' if you
(What you do?)
Hey daddy, I was for you

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

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

Excuse me shawty, but I watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you
And I hope you offended by the way that this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't around
Ain't got kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So come and, in the cut if you willin' to cut
And you, give me a hug I be feelin' yo butt
Now so for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty linen
But tell me it trouble you if we ended up at the W
on a malibu pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu want to do? right in front of you
Know you to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit 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 Hustle
So smooth,
up daddy