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
and sluts
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for this eight demon
And you hear me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on your cover
If she talks any I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in life hoe
I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that
Cuz if baby gets
Im the liquor
With some piss and Lysol
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot check the
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls with
Yo, I once got busy in a King drive thru
I em two at a time
Make em both say my
Aint had three
But believe that Im game
And thats the key:
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the herds of cattle
Lake street
Gene Pool ridin
Got the trickies
the Mississippi to Boston
I got a full of porn
To the vibe warm
The doors always honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that always stay
Got an girl
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hoes in St. Paul
But only one from side
a Bloomington bitch
With a pool at her
Rug burns all
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and tities
And a hoe that in Fargo
For when I the city

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

The Richfield
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That like to on the staircase
chicks
Southside
Suburban
Love to open married
Up to the
Disturbin your
my morals
I work it the way I trick em out
mortals
The words I
The sport I
what to say
When Im at this buffet
With all these morsels

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

Crusin down the
In my moms Caprice
February got the windows
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me nine and a half
Ill have that freak too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its hard young girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the I dont do
Are those eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a
If you what I mean
I got sluts that love to head
And I to watch
The way they move their
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording 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 pimp your way over to neglected girl you got there.

man, why you always 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 bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo lips is these?
The response is Slugs.

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

Black pantyhose, pink
Showin the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, pink
though the hole

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