Luyện nghe bài hát Preacher's Daughter

The only girl that could ever me
Was the of a preacher man
The only girl that could please me
Was the of a preacher man

Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to her my baby
Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her
She know my wavy, I'm circlin' her Mercedes
Father, father was a preacher, I'm almost certain he me
But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is
And she decides on her own who on the throne
I'm her king, she my queen, we it right in the zone
And she understands the fact that I'm even right when I'm
When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in
That's 100, I admit we both was playin' at first
When attract, I ain't always sayin' it works
I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', make it worse
It's Wu-Tang, baby, my crew
And the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang
And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 in rubber bands
Man, sometimes I your parents just don't understand

Yo, you mean Pastor Brown's
The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the
I used to see her Sundays comin' from
We to kick it at her window when her pops at work
Yo, her parents didn't
She couldn't even come out to on a school day
Thought she was gonna give me some on April day
(But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, way)

The preacher's daughter, she an child
She know the word, but she be runnin' in them foul
She married to a man, but she's crushin' his now
See her in the market place loud and
With tight spandex on, her oysters
She a seductress in the of a goddess
Never virtuous or modest, the part is
Breakin' the vessel, brother against brother
Man, how she molest you
That's why the preacher man a mess too
Cause the fruit she devourin' is evil
Never sin righteous people
widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you

The girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl could ever please me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl that could please me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl that could please me
Was the of a preacher man

I met her on the bus stop black eyes
That's why she said she fuck with black guys
I her up, fed her all my wisdom
Her father the gospel but she never caught the vision
Brutal ass whoopins, facin' these evictions
So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the
Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a
Never the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes
Like, a for peace, a time for war
A time to though, she never felt God before
Eternal love pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk
Between me and her, it concern you

The only that could ever please me
Was the of a preacher man
The only girl could ever please me
Was the of a preacher man
The only girl that ever please me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl could ever please me
Was the of a preacher man