Luyện nghe bài hát Plumskinzz

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

nuff as the 7-11 wins
I's in for Plumskinnz begin like when?
A rooster a-booster, vickin all the with 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 right juice the darkest fruits got roots, a superhoe
wanderin, mind playin tricks
I want Nestle picks my best of games to kicks
Tongue tied up, tied up confidin
Thinkin' if I I'll stoop to trickin'
Beware the grocer when ya crush em your thumbs though oh?
See no grocer wants bruised yo so?
Once bruised one time, 'tis
And once the is rotten, the skinzz'll cut your gums
At the corner store a reads, "For Sale Plumskinzz Fruit Cocktail"
Only ones runnin to the is pale males
Open all night, the plumskinzz is stale
Back to the honeyplum that's swift gift
And if the plum is pit I guess I'll just fifth
I'll say sweet young, 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 a nibble
Trust, just, in case asked why
Behind my is a fruit fly
Huntin for those

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

last we spoke I cried about 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 like, Benson and Hedges
Legs ledges, I'm over heels
Over heels, five-nine is the of how I build
But then hard come, oh and how
It me feel as if I needs, a Lowenbrau
No I ain't never seek refuse in booze
I find the Gods and crews, plumskinzz to bruise
Up somethin lovely kickin game, no
Great got me Great date but untamed
You knows, where goes my hand next
Suprise, I'm in your plumskin
for lust-ful got me lustin
Honies ask for it, but they start bustin
Want ya, need ya, but don't seed ya
Baby listen close, and follow procedure
You feel my peachfuzz while I rub plumskin
But before you go you know we get somethin
Start-ed, pump-kin, pie
I to lick ya til your well runs dry
By the fruit you I guess you got spoon
In my room I search some Fruit of my Loom
I never touch young bright them plums til they age
plumsauce baby food is Subroc stage
Don't think I good when I'm gooder
think I won't when I woulda
I save plums in sums because I may want it soon
Damn I wouldn't my plum to turn prune
Unless it be all that, be all
It won't matter, just black sweet ones fatter
I'm kinda, kinda picky my fruit mix
But always fix fat drums in the
They say you must, share a little plum
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 for thy shore?
I fresh fruit, plus vick 'em galore
Raw as can be, I can be much adore
My sweet gift shot like Quickdraw
It's much, plenty much to go round
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
Things 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 should know, Flynn I'm in
For those