Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
and butts

1]
Bitches be dreamin for this eight demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the
myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash flash my box cutters
Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill that bullshit if baby gets trifled
I'm the liquor with some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme
Cause I'm a freak, I the girls with tattoos
I once got in a Burger King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my
Ain't never had three, but best believe I'm game
And the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble
The inner-city cowboy with the herds of cattle
Cruisin' street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house full of to keep the vibe warm
The always open honey, come out of the storm
Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones always stay true
I've got an girl she dyes her pubic hair blue
And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse
She travels on business I'm gettin' with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with rides
One hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a in her apartment
Rug burns all over from fucking her on the
Got the hoes, make them all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch body jewels and fake titties
And a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the

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

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

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

Motherfucker! I can't believe sittin down here
Recordin' bullshit like this

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

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

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

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