Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I have seen you get up, and go to bathroom
Like five or six times in the twenty minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady hates me like you know she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
Positioned in my to watch your ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
Come get feet wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down weapons

Up, up, let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer onto somebody's back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her friend off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
they're invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious life that the live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
judgment on none
Everyone's got mother
Some of will never heal
you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will take my clothes off right girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm for a muse
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little give and and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even a choice
the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take wet tank-top off now