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

Bet be like "I know he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just for the right type"
Yea right, I be ridin' the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' behind the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with women, heavy accents
They friends translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
relations with 'em many places
Leavin' in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they
Young pimpin' sprung women the 50 states
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50
Askin' me a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I waitin' 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, draw erase'em out my
Moist panties and wet sheets when they of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, from Vegas to
Got'em in Houston, Virginia, New Orleans, ya me?
All the classy ones like to act they a virgin
And the ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, laughin' and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the
Once the start playin' and the E start kickin' in
Her girlfriend lickin' and she beggin' me to it in
That's why, I like chillin' with who like women
Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and white
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Puerto
They be itchin' for they chance and waitin' in me to
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 bout is layin' you down
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I playin' around
Ain't got that kinda time 'cause this the 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 while we talkin', I'm yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in dirty 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? Opportunity's right in of you
you used to meetin' dudes, dodgin'em for a month or two
But young spit linen 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,
Pimps up