Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

Hey, get away 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, shawty we can freak 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 lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' through the city
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy
They friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have with 'em many places
Leavin' semen in they faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they
Young pimpin' sprung 'cross the 50 states
Got ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50 stations
Askin' me what's a popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't 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, erase'em out my memory
Moist panties and wet when they think of me

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

Excuse me shawty, but I watchin' you now for a while
Yo style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I playin' around
got that kinda time 'cause this the only day I'm in town
So come and, in the cut if you willin' 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 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? right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a 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 Phizzle, T.I. collaborangelle
of the south, oh boy
Jazze Phizzle, T.I., Grand Hustle
So smooth,
up daddy