Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I seen you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six times in the last minutes
the hell's going on?

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

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
Everyone's got scars
of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If nuts you'll 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 my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This time around I'm trying to up the blues
Let's make a love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain stopped
Let's head to my spot and take wet tank-top off now