Luyện nghe bài hát Runaround Web

Here's my story, sad but true.
right.
Yeah! You see I women.
But I can't just one,
And
I'm sure I'll down one day.
But I'm young,
I'm just trying to have a time.
Living in the moment and not.
You could me a dog,
But else calls me Chris Webby.
Haha, naw
Yeah, yeah.

It's seems every week
I get some number
In my
Bring her
Make her
her yell
her moan.
I'm a dog
Always for somewhere to put a bone.
On my shit
looking like Sloane.
I'm an animal,
Off the chain,
I had to cut loose.
And judging on how dressed,
tryin to fuck boo.
You'll never hear me uttering about I you,
I just really want to see them
to your Ugg boots.
It my fault,
Your girlfriend me.
She'll be back to you,
Right after left me.
And I ain't putting petals on your beadsheats.
ain't my thing,
You should've that when you met me.
Am I am,
And be it to my death.
Got a for brunettes,
tats,
And big breasts.
So if you at the
worry,
on deck.
the game,
Not the player, Ma.
And she make me say...

oh [repeated]

You see my good,
it ought to be.
All I do is spit game
And beats.
And I know you'll tell your whole sorority,
Just expect my phone to answer
When you're me.

I'm a son of a gun,
my paternity test.
Always on a 40,
And the best.
Unzippering jeans
you kiss on my neck.
Oh you're a girl?
Psh, it's on to the next.

I a bad chick,
Just her the chance.
While I'm trying to out
How you fit in pants.
'Cause I'm to any exotic bittie
like Mila Kunis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall.

On the road every
unique.
So you across the party
And I like I see.
Oh you're daddy's girl?
Well you a freak.
She my hand
And brought me right
And she make me say...

oh [repeated]
(Like we do)
Now now!
Whoa oh