Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Get Away

Hey, let's get 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 like "I he tired of the nightlife
He want a wife, he just lookin' for the type"
Yea right, I be through the city lights
My hat bent, gettin' high the 'lac tint
I'm chilllin' with Brazilian women, heavy
They black translatin', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent
Have relations with 'em places
semen in they British faces
Make'em they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50
Got young ladies requestin' "What's Yo Name" on 50
me what's a pussy popper, want a demonstration
But I waitin' til the second date, I'm so impatient
Relieve'em of they aggravation, rollerskatin'
On them Dayton's, tell'em "Baby, stick with me, you places"
Go replace'em, draw out my memory
panties and wet sheets when they think of me

Yo, yo, uh,
From Miami to Cali, 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 dirty
But I'm breakin' the ice, got'em and flirtin'
They be, removin' they skirts when they hop in the
Once the flick playin' and the E start kickin' in
Her lickin' and she beggin' me to stick it in
That's why, I like chillin' with women who like
Light skinned, Asians, Jamaicans and women
Indians, Italians, Haitians and Ricans
They be itchin' for chance and waitin' in me to freak'em
say

Excuse me shawty, but I been 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 this sounds
But uhh... all I keep thinkin' bout is layin' you
And I'm, keepin' it pimpin', I ain't around
Ain't got that kinda time 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 while for while we talkin', I'm yo cup
We killin' the bottle, wake up in linen tomorrow
But tell me it trouble you if we ended up at the W
Sippin' on a malibu pine 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 spit linen to the young women
I'm T.I.P., known as pussy popper to some

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