Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
Tits and

1]
Bitches be dreamin for eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm to free the seamen
Wipe myself off on your couch
If she talks any trash I'll my box cutters
Cause I'm rougher than any pimp had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
Kill that bullshit if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna some
Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger drive-thru
I 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name
Ain't had three, but best believe that I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit words like
The inner-city cowboy with the thick of cattle
lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a full of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always open honey, out of the storm
Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that stay true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic blue
And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich flavour
She travels on business I'm down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east
Got a bitch with a pool in her apartment
Rug burns all over from her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, them all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and titties
And a hoe that lives in Fargo for I escape the city

But my one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl
I sway the tongue never once have I forceful
She lays it on its a job that she loves
Who's lips is these? the is always slugs

2]
The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and
Downtown women that like to fuck on the
side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the
your relationship, excuse my morals
I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, mortals
The words I kick, the sport I
Now what to say when I'm sittin at this with these tasty morsels

3]
Crusin the street in my babies mom's caprice
February got the windows cracked, wearin a
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and have that freak flippin two
and come across the ??
I know its being young girl, let me soothe the pain
I you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' down
The ones I don't do is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you what I mean
I got that love to give head, and I like to watch
The way they move tongue up and down my...

Motherfucker! I can't believe your sittin here
some bullshit like this

(Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass
To that neglected you got there.

(Why you always on me in front....)

Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming some bullshit like this?