Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
Tits and

1]
Bitches be dreamin for eight inch demon
And when you me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen
Wipe myself off on your couch
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, carry a
that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun
the block, big one is gonna gimme some
Cause I'm a freak, I like the with tattoos
I once got busy in a King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, 'em both say my name
Ain't never had three, but best that I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit words scrabble
The inner-city with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin' street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston
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, that always stay true
got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue
And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, townhouse flavour
She travels on business I'm gettin' down the neighbors
I got a that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides
One hundred in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a in her apartment
Rug burns all over fucking her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, make all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft 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 favorite one, out of all of 'em, is girl
I sway the tongue never once I been forceful
She lays it on like its a job that she
Who's lips is these? the response is slugs

2]
The Richfield bitches the lip gloss and hairspray
Downtown women that to fuck on the staircase
North chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
Love to married women 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 when I'm sittin at this buffet these tasty morsels

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

Motherfucker! I can't believe your down here
some 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 better your ass over
To that neglected you got there.

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

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