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, 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 want a wife, he just lookin' for the type"
Yea right, I be ridin' the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm with Brazilian women, heavy accents
black friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations 'em many places
Leavin' in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners it in they faces
pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50
Askin' me a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I ain't waitin' til the 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, draw erase'em out my
Moist panties and wet sheets they think of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya me?
All the ones like to act like they a virgin
And the ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em laughin' and
be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the 'burban
Once the flick start playin' and the E kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she me to stick it in
That's why, I like chillin' women who like women
skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white women
Indians, Italians, and Puerto Ricans
be itchin' for they chance 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 thinkin' 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, me a hug I be feelin' yo butt
Now so for while we talkin', I'm fillin' yo cup
We killin' the bottle, up in dirty linen tomorrow
But me would it trouble you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a pine apple juice and a blunt or two
Now whachu want to do? right in front of you
Know you used to meetin' dudes, for a month or two
But young pimpin' spit to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to women

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