Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Right

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

Who that man in a black
two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Fuck the white line, one Coors light
Mickey Avalon, call me Mr.

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

Somethin' smells fishy and I know what
But I got a hunch it's lady
I'm little bit country and a bit punk
I got a pistol named Sunny whistles when he's rubbed

The wrong way, Avalon song playing
Strip [Incomprehensible] Bumante
Illiterate, I a better day
Wine and cheese, fine and lemonade

Gettin' paid for rhymes like
And I even learned to say my ABC's
With ADD I the beat
AC/DC, please turn sheet

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

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

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

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

Rolex watch but fake
gazelle glasses and a platinum chain
But fake like your 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 on the strip I slip and slide
I'm that guy, call me Mr.

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

Who that man in a black
two cheap hookers and a Mexican
Fuck the white line, sippin' one light
Mickey Avalon, me Mr. Right