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, let's get a room, shawty we can freak if you down
(What you do?)
Hey daddy, I was for you

Bet they be like "I he tired of the nightlife
He a wife, he just lookin' for the right type"
Yea right, I be through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with women, heavy accents
They black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked,
Have relations 'em many places
Leavin' semen in they faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they
Young pimpin' women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50
Askin' me what's a pussy popper, a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til the second date, I'm so
of they 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
in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, laughin' and flirtin'
be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E start in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she me to stick it in
why, I like chillin' with women who like women
Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and women
Indians, Italians, and Puerto Ricans
They be for they chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
say

Excuse me shawty, but I been you now for a while
Yo whole style, yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't by the way that this sounds
But uhh... all I thinkin' bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't around
Ain't got that kinda time 'cause 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 feelin' yo
Now so while for while we talkin', I'm yo cup
We the bottle, wake up in dirty linen tomorrow
But me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a malibu 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 spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., as pussy popper 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., Hustle daddy
So smooth,
up daddy