Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
and butts

1]
Bitches be for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to the seamen
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 life hoe
I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit cause if baby gets
I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and Lysol
in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna some
Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with
I once got busy in a Burger drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my
never had three, but best believe that I'm game
And the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble
The inner-city with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin' lake street, gene pool shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to
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 girls, ones that always stay true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic blue
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 that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one 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 work the 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 for when I escape the city

But my one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl
I sway the tongue once have I been 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 and hairspray
women that like to fuck on the staircase
North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban
Love to married women up to the pervertedness
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 down the street in my mom's caprice
got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that flippin two
Distribute and across the ??
I its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain
I you baby, straight up I understand
Now up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants down
The only ones I do is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that a secret if you know what I mean
I got that love to give head, and I like to watch
The way they their tongue up and down my...

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

(Hey man just 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 always on me in front....)

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