Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Right

Who dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend?
Gettin' and rude in your bed
Same dude that your sister
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr.

Who man in a black Sedan?
With two cheap hookers and a
Fuck the white line, sippin' one Coors
Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Stab on the ave, on the of green grass
teen on the scene, no future, no past
I don't nothin' 'bout nothin' so don't ask nothin'
'Cause I be talkin' out my ass

Somethin' fishy and I don't know what
But I got a hunch it's your
I'm little bit country and a little bit
I got a pistol named that whistles when he's rubbed

The wrong way, Mickey song playing
Strip clubs [Incomprehensible]
Illiterate, I a better day
Wine and cheese, fine ladies and

Gettin' for rhymes like these
And I never even to say my ABC's
ADD I rock the beat
Like AC/DC, turn sheet

Who that dude sleepin' with ya
Gettin' nude and in your bed
Same dude your sister like
Mickey Avalon, me Mr. Right

Who that man in a Sedan?
With two cheap hookers and a
the white line, sippin' one Coors light
Mickey Avalon, me Mr. Right

Radio can't wait to me
From in L.A. to rooftops in Haiti
Hey baby, Mr. Wrong
And maybe you should listen to the words in this

on a wire, your skirt's on fire
Now take a moment to admire my attire
white valleys and pink tube socks
Tight gray Levi's and with polka dots

Rolex watch but fake
Gold glasses and a platinum chain
But it's fake like tits
And your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your

The glitz in L.A. got me to play
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day
Every night on the strip I slip and
I'm guy, call me Mr. Right

Who that dude sleepin' with ya
nude and rude in your bed
Same dude that sister like
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr.

Who that man in a Sedan?
two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Fuck the white line, sippin' one Coors
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr.