Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
Tits and

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Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch
And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the
Wipe myself off on your couch
If she talks any trash I'll flash my box
Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill that cause if baby gets trifled
I'm the liquor with some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, a sticky bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna some
Cause I'm a freak, I like the with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em say my name
Ain't never had three, but best believe I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit like scrabble
The inner-city with the thick herds of cattle
lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston
got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always open honey, out of the storm
Yo I got little girls, ones that always stay true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes her hair blue
And I've got a bitch that in Kenwood, rich townhouse 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 hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her
Rug burns all over fucking her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, make them all the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with jewels and fake titties
And a hoe that lives in for when I escape the city

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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