Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you lookin'
I have seen you get up, and go to that
Like five or six times in the last twenty
What the going on?

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my to watch your ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
Come get your 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 open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So what if her friend took off her bra and and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm 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 them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This time around I'm trying to cook up the
make a little 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 between your ears and my voice
So praise God that the rain ain't
Let's head to my and take that wet tank-top off now