Luyện nghe bài hát Screw Jamz

She told the DJ pardon me, I need some
Color Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life
(In my life, in my life, in my life)
A Slow Loud And c.d., some Screwed Up Click and
A little Sucka Free, cause that's what I in my life
Yes it is, weell

She say she listens to my music, but she get into it
She don't like it regular speed, she like it when they it
What I'm fin to do is, call Ron and on my phone
Tell em slow it down, so the ladies can get grind on
Yellow red or brown tone, call me when guy's gone
If you gotta shake lick, them haters get they diet on
She's the type rich men, give money for some action
Said light skinned and, and she'll strip for Andrew Jacksons
excited when, she be jamming them F Actions
Turn the lights off then, and if you wanna get your on
Just go up that phone, then just get your dial on
Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your on

She's me, on my phone
Telling me she's feeling freaky, her in need of me
Hopping in on my 4's, my
Chopped and screwed c.d., and my grey
Y'all know, playas get
Color Changin' Click c.d., Watts, OG Ron C
Even your neighbors knew, what I came to do
They seen the navy blue, choking on of two
They know it ain't your boo, they us banging Screw
Making the headboard bang, while I'm you
Giving you a work out, a trainer
Hit it then I flip you over, to the view
My sex is a weapon, that's at you
Finish and reload, just a gangbanger do
You little angel you, that's your friends think
Cause they didn't see you, on that red drink
Getting drunk, while I hit it on the sink In the and I'm switching, I can hit it till the bed sink
You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the
I'm fin to give your friends, new to talk about
Fin to give it to you shorty, you gon feel it in your
Ron and Michael Watts, chop a spot
I ain't about, the true DJ Screw
if it wasn't for Screw, wouldn't be nothing to do
No claiming red, no blue
It be nothing to bang, while I'm banging you, jeah

(*talking*)
She said Koopa, I you be checking these niggaz
But can the ladies get a lil' love,

I don't the race, pretty face pretty shape
Shaped like eight, she can get a little steak
We can end a date, like a of Ricki Lake
a couple of your friends, they could participate
Get on my three way, now is the delay
I pull out the video cam, and you the replay
I screw you real slow, a H-Town DJ
We jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K
And a little Sucka Free, ain't for me
Big M-O-E, gotta me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it
over B.I. to the T-H to the E-S
In the streets the peace, everybody respect the streets
Everybody'll shine, from the neck and
Gotta me the S.P.C., Trae and Dougie D
Free that nigga Z-Ro and that Pimp C, cause screw it
Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your
And I know that the sex, to make you sweat
I respect, to the Swisha vets
And the Screwed Up G's, get respect
Lil' O and to the E, 'Face and Willie D
Big Pokey, Flip and E.S.G., they'll it

(*talking*)
Yeah, slow jam ain't a jam
it's a screw jam
Can't to it, no other way
be screwed up
DJ Screw, rest in

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