Luyện nghe bài hát Preacher's Daughter

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

Yo, pa, I got a lady, I'm 'bout to make her my
Might even make a baby, the thesis makin' her
She know my style wavy, I'm circlin' her
Father, father was a preacher, I'm certain he hates me
But he ain't gotta date me and look, his baby is
And she decides on her own who resides on the
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 that we was playin' at first
When opposites attract, I ain't always it works
I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', that make it
It's Wu-Tang, baby, my bang
And she's the preacher's daughter, I 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 Pastor Brown's daughter?
The preacher, the rich of the poorer?
I to see her Sundays comin' from church
We to kick it at her window when her pops at work
Yo, her parents didn't
She couldn't even out to play on a school day
Thought she was gonna give me on April Fool's day
(But no, no way) nah, (no, no-no, no-no, way)

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

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

I met her on the bus stop black eyes
That's why she she don't fuck with black guys
I her up, fed her all my wisdom
Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the
Brutal ass whoopins, facin' these evictions
So she only fuck with thugs wind up in the system
Them greasy quick to squeeze a ratchet
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 girl that could ever please me
Was the of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl that could ever me
Was the of a preacher man
The only girl could ever please me
Was the of a preacher man