Luyện nghe bài hát Scandalous Bitches

She was a brown skin, ebony honey that hip hop
Cut off tank-top, she make whole face drop
Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care I got
She got her own knot dealin' in

And in the backwoods, she to dust me off
Suck me off and say, I must be off
Tryin' to with X, the Cali kush is makin' her cough
She must hate wearin' her clothes, she takin 'em off

At the Palms Hotel on a Friday
each other like animals 'til the sky turn bright
Make it a night to remember, she went her sista
Then her sista turned and told the shit to Melissa

Then got my number, started sendin' me pictures
In all type of different positions, man, this on a mission
Listen, a man is a man, gon' handle his
I ain't a bad guy, just dealin' with scandalous

I remember when Xzibit to push in a Caddy
I met this from the Valley, she said she wanted me badly
Now this is common in Cali because the homies is
Bitches be money to niggaz and callin 'em Daddy

She in a brand new Lexus, moved from Texas
She came to to model and be that next bitch
naked pictures, tryin' to gain more acceptance
Maybe get some jobs, try to some connections

I said for X to the Z
My homie picked through my instead of talkin' to me
He fell in with her ass and while she casin' his place
Tryin' to tell another nigga what he got up in his

About the big hundred and them bricks to match
Forever watchin' his back, he never relax
And her nigga attack, he got a slug in his britches
He ain't a bad guy, just dealin' scandalous bitches

I met this girl from the 'Natti, I got along her daddy
I made it up in my mind, this is the I'ma marry
Now when you wanna get married, the preparation is
You want your to get carried, you want your skeletons buried

She moved out to California to me in a hurry
Her reputation was but yo, that didn't disturb me
I want to stop the insanity, try to have me a
Started my phone and brought her back to reality

Left her on the dresser, adios, motherfucker
I'm home from the road, I hear she fuckin' with Usher
Now don't even know me but I got love for the homie
Even though everybody me be thinkin' he corny

She denied everythin', said the was phony
On the phone cryin', she love me, she wanted to hold me
"Yo, he ain't to me, Alvin, I was just into his album
That was some bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm better him"

So I'm off to Miami, got to party
By Mr. himself, yo, I ain't hatin' nobody
Now when we walk in the party, yep, guess who I
Lyin' bitch, she was callin' from N.Y.C.

He started wipin' the sweat off of her and her chest
And then she gave him a peck and then she looked to the
And when she seen it was X, she started cryin' and
And was lookin' confused, the scene, it couldn't be written

Now he just pluckin' his chickens, I ain't sock him or diss him
I'm from the West Coast where niggaz don't be for bitches
A little over-dramatic, in I called him a fagot
In of millions of people, funny but shouldn't have done that

I was makin' a joke, I mean to offend
when I introduced Destiny's Child as Boyz II Men
Listen, a man is a man, gon' handle his
I a bad guy, just dealin' with scandalous bitches

X, you get tired of, um
Motherfuckers talkin' to you about 'Pimp My