Luyện nghe bài hát Preacher's Daughter

The only girl that ever please me
Was the of a preacher man
The only that could 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 her crazy
She my style wavy, I'm circlin' 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 it right in the zone
And she understands the fact I'm even right when I'm wrong
When she was prayin' in church, I was playin' in
That's 100, I admit that we both was playin' at
When opposites attract, I ain't always it works
I'm just sayin' ain't no use in me strayin', make it worse
Wu-Tang, baby, my crew bang
And the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang
And we tighter shoestrings, or 10 grand in rubber bands
Man, sometimes I tell parents just don't understand

Yo, you mean Pastor daughter?
The preacher, the slave-maker of the poorer?
I used to see her Sundays from church
We used to kick it at her when her pops at work
Yo, her didn't play
She couldn't even come out to on a school day
she was gonna give me some on April Fool's 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 his brother now
See her in the market place 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
why the preacher man prolly a mess too
Cause the fruit that she is evil
Never sin around righteous
widow, preacher's daughter comin' to eat you

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

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

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