Luyện nghe bài hát Preacher's Daughter

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

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

Yo, you mean Brown's daughter?
The preacher, the rich slave-maker of the
I used to see her Sundays from church
We used to kick it at her window when her pops at
Yo, her didn't play
She even come out to play 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 daughter, she an illegitimate child
She know the word, but she be in them streets foul
She married to a man, but she's crushin' his now
See her in the market place and boisterous
tight spandex on, chokin' her oysters
She a in the form of a goddess
virtuous or modest, poison the part is
Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against
Man, how she molest you
why the preacher man prolly a mess too
Cause the that she devourin' is evil
Never sin righteous people
widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you

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

I met her on the bus stop black eyes
That's why she said she don't with black guys
I cleaned her up, fed her all my
Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the
Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these
So she only fuck with thugs wind up in the system
Them greasy bastards quick to a ratchet
knew the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes
Like, a for peace, a time for war
A time to though, she never felt God before
Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown talk
Between me and her, it don't you

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