Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to 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
Spit a couple words in exchange for
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the page in my
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down your

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 punching onto somebody's back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted 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 took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious 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 this
We all wanna know if I can get you out your girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
got scars mother
Some of them will heal
you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I 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 that can
And we don't have a choice
It's the balance, the bits between 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