Luyện nghe bài hát Skinz

Uhh
Ahh
What we talkin bout? Talkin bout the
Yeah the skinz, you know, girls
Fine
Skinz, listen to my man

I hear it never stallin hit the skinz bed or shelter
Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, I belt her
Leave a bite when the joint is tight, when it's loose
Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a
me the head on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked
Slide the flavors on the sled, listen to what he
Come and lie on the bearskin, notice how the firm him grin
Cover the checks and then I go em in
the zipper, unlock, and grab the whole bag of treats
Hear the hooker slam the butcher with the biggest of meats
Take two to hold it, flip it out and unroll it
If you spot a brother larger then the man stole it
coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang bang
Beggin a pardon as I knock a new skinz thang
CL, flavor with the Grand Puba
on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz

Pete
Talkin the skinz
The
right, talkin bout the skinz baby
No disrespect, just bout an everyday thing

Grand
Ha ha ha
Hey, hey

Nowadays I'm on extra be careful (shit)
I take precaution, before I slide up in the
Man (fuck) I put aluminum foil on my (dick)
Cause if you catch it, boy (shit)'ll kick you quick
Better yet, you can pass me a
A bag of boom, and a 40 then some boot
I get stiff and hard like Charles Bronson
It's (fucked) up what happened to Magic Johnson
But anyway, you know the
to drop the Girbauds and parlay, HEY
I the world over big botty girls
Won't hit the skinz if she gotta curl
Cause when I jump into my thing I the bedspring sing
And you can ask my old fling, who's the king?
Hit the skinz hard, she'll on to the bedpost
Then I drop my load, then get up and make french toast
Run and get the and it won't be the Post
After that you know the I'm ghost

Rock
right, be out
Hit it off on the
Cl
C'mon, with the flavors
Uhh, gonna hit off right quick

Hit the skinz forever wins, 'causey like my Timbs and brims
But never heard a limb around the rim
Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up
Lay down the pubic and the stuff won't
I got the remedy for of any
Sleepin with the enemy who never got a pretty
Skinz I'm with, check the lower pal of mine
Now you know the Rock, skinz all the time

Oh Pete Rock, raw as I been
Give me room so I can speak about the
a tidbit, but God (damnit) can you dig it
Sisters me close and they want my beeper digits
Cause I love em undercover, the Chocolate Boy
like an earthquake, boomin like thunder
Til the honey dip the blouse, in the house
Sip the Stout, rip the boots, and I'm out

Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the
Follow yes another as if I had on cleats
Rip my way through a negligee, park it a valet
Sure it's OK, just met the skinz
Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, puff it up
For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin all your
CL can wreck it a bombshell finishin
So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the

How I hit the skinz, uhh
fat, yes
As you I like to flow
Don't try to
Because I'm, the man
Everybody it
to all stealers
Of the Mount
Young and players
New Rochelle, the