Luyện nghe bài hát Preacher's Daughter

The only girl that could ever me
Was the of a preacher 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 wavy, I'm circlin' her Mercedes
Father, father was a preacher, I'm almost 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 keep it right in the
And she understands the fact that I'm even right I'm wrong
When she was in church, I was playin' in dirt
That's 100, I admit that we both was at first
When opposites attract, I ain't sayin' it works
I'm just ain't no use in me strayin', that make it worse
Wu-Tang, baby, my crew bang
And the preacher's daughter, I just call her my boo thang
And we tighter than shoestrings, or 10 grand in bands
Man, sometimes I tell your just don't understand

Yo, you mean Pastor daughter?
The preacher, the rich of the poorer?
I used to see her Sundays comin' church
We used to kick it at her window when her at work
Yo, her parents play
She couldn't come 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 child
She know the word, but she be runnin' in them foul
She to a man, but she's crushin' his brother now
See her in the market loud and boisterous
With spandex on, chokin' her oysters
She a seductress in the form of a
Never or modest, poison the part is
Breakin' the vessel, turn brother against
Man, that's how she you
That's why the preacher man a mess too
Cause the fruit that she devourin' is
Never sin around righteous
Black widow, daughter comin' to eat you

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

I met her on the bus stop with black
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 caught the vision
Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' evictions
So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the
Them greasy bastards quick to a ratchet
Never knew the science of virtue,
Like, a time for peace, a for war
A time to laugh though, she never God before
Eternal love that'll pop 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 could ever please me
Was the daughter of a man
The girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a man
The only girl that ever please me
Was the of a preacher man