Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
and butts

1]
Bitches be for this eight inch demon
And when you me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen
myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I'll flash my box
Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in life hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit cause if baby trifled
I'm lacing the with some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gimme some
Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls tattoos
I once got in a Burger King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em say my name
Ain't never had three, but believe that I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit words like
The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of
Cruisin' lake street, gene pool shotgun
Got the flyest from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house 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 pubic hair
And I've got a that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour
She on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a in her apartment
Rug all over from fucking her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, make all work the food court
Yo hit me up a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with body and fake titties
And a hoe that in Fargo for when I escape the city

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

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

3]
Crusin down the street in my babies caprice
February got the windows cracked, wearin a
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you cute
nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two
Distribute and across the ??
I know its hard young girl, let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' down
The only ones I do is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you what I mean
I got sluts that love to head, and I like to watch
The way move their tongue up and down my...

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

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

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

(Why you trippin' on me in front....)

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