Luyện nghe bài hát Plumskinzz

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

Sho' as the 7-11 wins
I's in for Plumskinnz from like when?
A rooster a-booster, vickin all the hens a grin
chicks, but even sticks got friends least ten
Up high, the up I'm covered
With the innocent fuzz from the peaches the streets hit the toe
Down low on the low
I know the juice from the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe
Mind wanderin, mind tricks
I Nestle Quik picks my best of games to kicks
Tongue tied up, tongue tied up
Thinkin' if I could I'll to trickin'
Beware the grocer when ya crush em with thumbs though oh?
See no wants bruised plums yo so?
bruised one time, 'tis forgotten
And once the plums is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your
At the store a sign reads, "For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail"
Only ones to the corner is pale males
all night, the corner plumskinzz is stale
Back to the honeyplum that's with gift
And if the plum is pit I I'll just plead fifth
say sweet young, from your?have some
You got peach fuzz
"Yeah you me!" well I'm down with O.P.Plumskinzz
drool with all the juice you dribble
Scribble the beeper code, so the X can gets a
Trust, just, in case asked why
Behind my is a fruit fly
for those plumskinzz

I said a hip, hop, doo wop
When I'm checkin for the plums, ya stop
I a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm lickin on the plums, ya stop
I a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
When I'm eatin on the plum, ya don't
I a hip, hop, shooby doo wop
suckin on a plum, ya don't stop

Since last we spoke I cried Teddy Ruxpin
And me myself, in a dream, in a tux and uhh
Now the toys in my bed hit the edges
Skinzz'll be smoked like, and Hedges
Legs over ledges, I'm over
heels, five-nine is the result of how I build
But then hard come, oh and how
It makes me feel as if I needs, a
No I ain't gon' never seek refuse in
I the Gods and crews, seekin plumskinzz to bruise
Up somethin kickin game, no shame
Great shape got me Great but untamed
You never knows, goes my hand next
Suprise, I'm in your Spandex
Lust for lust-ful got me
Honies ask for it, but they start bustin
Want ya, ya, but don't wanna seed ya
Baby close, and follow this procedure
You feel my peachfuzz while I rub plumskin
But before you go you we gotta get somethin
Start-ed, pump-kin, pie
I promise to ya til your well runs dry
By the fruit you bare I guess you got
In my room I search some this of my Loom
I never touch young them plums til they reach age
Oooh-ahh baby food is Subroc stage
Don't I ain't good when I'm gooder
Don't I won't when I woulda
I save plums in lump because I may want it soon
Damn I want my plum to turn prune
it be all that, be all that
It won't matter, just black sweet come fatter
I'm kinda, kinda with my fruit mix
But always fix fat drums in the
They say you must, must share a little
I say, "With idea kid, you're dumb"
I play the role, play the role, shy
And keep the to unbutton the fly
The question, my oh my, any left for thy
I pick fresh fruit, vick 'em galore
Raw as can be, I can be more adore
My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw
It's plenty much, plenty much to go
I weigh 'em by the hand, take 'em by the
I slap big, bot-tom round
But if now, sit tight, I just hound you down
that make you go "Mmmmm"
Taste a sugarplum, use mouth, go "Mmmmm"
If you ain't already been, yo me with a finnicky grin
And you know, like Flynn I'm in
For plumskinzz