Luyện nghe bài hát Skinz

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

I hear it callin never hit the skinz bed or shelter
Love to tap her on the shoulder, roll her over, then I her
Leave a bite when the joint is tight, lovely it's loose
Produce the proper juice, plus I never hump a
Give me the on the waterbed, play you like a Pro Ked
Slide the flavors on the sled, to what he said
Come and lie on the bearskin, how the firm make him grin
Cover the and then I go cash em in
Hold the zipper, unlock, and grab the bag of treats
Hear the hooker slam the with the biggest stack of meats
Take two hands to hold it, flip it out and it
If you a brother larger then the next man stole it
Oochie coo now, you know the Mecca wanna bang
Beggin a pardon as I a new skinz stank thang
CL, kickin flavor with the Puba
on the wins, I'm about to hit the skinz

Pete
Talkin the skinz
The
That's right, talkin bout the skinz
No disrespect, just talkin bout an everyday

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)
if you catch it, boy that (shit)'ll kick you quick
Better yet, you can me a Ziplock
A bag of boom, and a 40 some boot knock
I get stiff and it's 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 rock the world over big botty
Won't hit the if she gotta jheri curl
Cause when I into my thing I make the bedspring sing
And you can ask my old fling, the bedroom king?
Hit the skinz hard, hang on to the bedpost
Then I drop my load, then get up and make some french
Run and get the and it won't be the Post
that you know the flavor I'm ghost

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

Hit the skinz they're forever wins, like my Timbs and brims
But never a bigger limb around the rim
Set to hurdle when I pop a girdle, sum it up
Lay down the pubic and the stuff curdle
I got the for competition of any
Sleepin with the enemy who never got a penny
I'm with, check the lower lipped pal of mine
Now you know the Pete Rock, skinz all the

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

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

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