Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
Fucks and
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for this eight demon
And when you me screamin
Im about to free the
Wipe on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if baby gets
Im lacing the
With some piss and some
Roll in a shit Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger drive thru
I em two at a time
Make em say my name
never had three
But believe that Im game
And thats the key:
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The inner cowboy
With the thick of cattle
Crusin street
Pool ridin shotgun
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a full of porn
To keep the vibe
The doors open honey
Come the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich townhouse
She on business
Im gettin down with the
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hoes in St. Paul
But only one from side
Gotta a bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug burns all
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all work the food
Hit me off a chicken soft taco
And a couple of
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in
For I escape the city

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo lips are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The bitches
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
That like to fuck on the
chicks
Southside
Suburban
Love to open women
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
my morals
I it with the way I trick em out
mortals
The I kick
The sport I
Know to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all these morsels

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
Never have I been forceful
She it on
its a job that she loves
Yo lips is these?
The is always: Slugs.

Crusin the street
In my babys Caprice
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I know its hard young girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
Straight up I
Now lift up ass
So I can pull fuckin pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those under
Or at least I that shit a secret
If you what I mean
I got that love to give head
And I to watch
The way move their tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre down here recording some bullshit like this!

Its just a song man, its a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better your way over to that neglected girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you trippin on me in front of my friends man?

Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about some like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
Never have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo lips is these?
The response is Slugs.

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. Ill be next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, lace
Showin through the holes,
Black pantyhose, pink
though the hole

(Drop my drawers and the bitch said, Shit! Skinny mother with a fat ass dick.)