Luyện nghe bài hát Scandalous Bitches

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

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

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

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

I remember Xzibit used to push in a Caddy
I met this chick from the Valley, she said she me badly
Now this is common in Cali because the is savy
Bitches be givin' money to and callin 'em Daddy

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

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

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

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

She moved out to next to me in a hurry
Her reputation was dirty but yo, that didn't me
I want to the insanity, try to have me a family
Started checkin' my phone and her back to reality

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

She denied everythin', the rumors was phony
On the phone cryin', she love me, she wanted to hold me
"Yo, he ain't shit to me, Alvin, I was just his album
That was bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm better without him"

So I'm off to Miami, got invited to
By Mr. Raymond himself, yo, I ain't hatin'
Now when we in the party, yep, guess who I see?
Lyin' bitch, said she was from N.Y.C.

He started wipin' the off of her face and her chest
And then she gave him a peck and then she to the left
And when she it was X, she started cryin' and trippin'
And dude was confused, the scene, it couldn't be written

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

I was makin' a joke, I didn't mean to
Like when I introduced Destiny's Child as II Men
Listen, a man is a man, gon' his business
I ain't a bad guy, dealin' with scandalous bitches

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