Luyện nghe bài hát Scandalous Bitches

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

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 her clothes, she keeps 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 tellin' her sista
Then her sista turned around and told the shit to

Then Melissa got my number, started sendin' me
In all type of different positions, man, this bitch on a
Listen, a man is a man, gon' his business
I ain't a bad guy, just dealin' scandalous bitches

I remember when Xzibit 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 homies is
Bitches be givin' money to niggaz and callin 'em

She in a brand new Lexus, just from Texas
She came to California to and be that next bitch
Takin' naked pictures, tryin' to gain acceptance
get some jobs, try to politic some connections

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

About the big hundred stacks and 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' with 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 you wanna get married, the preparation is scary
You want your weight to get carried, you want your buried

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was makin' a joke, I mean to offend
Like I introduced Destiny's Child as Boyz 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
Motherfuckers talkin' to you about My Ride'?