Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
Buts and
tricks
Tits and

1]
Bitches be dreamin for this eight demon
And when you me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen
myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash flash my box cutters
Cause I'm rougher any pimp you've had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
Kill that bullshit cause if baby gets
I'm lacing the liquor with some and some Lysol
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme
Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with
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 best believe that I'm
And that's the key game, girl I fit words like
The inner-city with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin' lake street, pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to
I've got a house of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always honey, come out of the storm
Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic blue
And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse
She travels on I'm gettin' down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me with free rides
One hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington with a pool in her apartment
Rug burns all over from fucking her on the
Got the mega-mall hoes, make them all the food court
Yo hit me up a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake
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 she loves
Who's lips is these? the is always slugs

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

3]
Crusin down the street in my babies mom's
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 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 these fuckin' pants down
The only ones I don't do is those eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know I mean
I got sluts that to give head, and I like to watch
The way they move their tongue up and my...

Motherfucker! I believe your sittin down here
Recordin' some bullshit 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 better take your ass
To that neglected you got there.

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

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