Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Shit

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a
Oh, how I that ass up
a mission in the woods
Woody woodpecker would if he

But I didn't want to it up
To the man had my walkman bumpin' on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline
Like a kill thriller tiller out with the miller brew

Filler up, it 'til the damn Dutch puked
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Luke skywalker ain't a talker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy
My strange led to an outburst

The night good but the day got worse
I I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my and my cover was peeled
By my whole sayin', "Ooh" and I'm busted for real

Oh shit, oh shit, oh

to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me
'Cuz I slips and I slides I rides on the beast
Imani and mom sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G

Yo, first the tounge
And come the she my homey's M O M, what?
(M I E)
Yo and to think from day one in my eyes I show
'Cuz I into his house, his mom's grinnin' ear to ear

Gigglin' and winks for
I would encounter from this
She's me up for the kill
Oh, what the hell is I said to myself
So I wouldn't worry, I'm sittin' on the couch
And wish Greg would please up

She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the
Squezed her nipple, said, "Suck it if you like but please bite it"
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to it

Before I could say
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I this old bitch in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room nigga cold had a fit
But all this numbskull could say was, oh

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on

One fine Sunday evening
Crenshaw Boulevard was in swing
example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young
Rollin' in a purple Suzuki dookie braids
Was an aid to her sex

Dude she was dope man real on the wheel
Well, anyway I toot, toot she said, "Hey, a beep, beep"
The next day rolled down to the
Tuesday me and my new cutie
Coolin' on the and now she's rubbin' on my booty

Suck, suck, suckin' on my neck like
But it wasn't all that
(Why?)
'Cuz everytime I to touch upon her tay-titty
She be like quit B
Bitch was frontin' but I say nothin'

Then all of the after someone pushed the button
I got a funny feeling something was real wrong
at her shoes and her feets was real long

Then it hit me, oh God no
Don't let this ho out to be a John doe
He a fast one on me, yo
I guess that's one of those things make you go, shit

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
Oh shit, oh shit, oh