Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a 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 inch
And you hear me screamin
Im about to free the
Wipe myself on your couch
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im the liquor
With some and some Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
a sticky bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King drive
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint had three
But best believe that Im
And the key: game
I fit words like Scrabble
The inner city
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin street
Gene Pool shotgun
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a full of porn
To keep the vibe
The always open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got little girls
Ones always stay true
Got an girl
She dyes the hair blue
And I gotta that lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love with the free
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from east
Gotta a Bloomington
With a pool at her
Rug all over
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all work the court
Hit me off with a chicken taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in
For when I escape the

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

The bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That like to on the staircase
chicks
Southside
chicks
Love to open married
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
Excuse my
I it with the way I trick em out
mortals
The I kick
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at this
With all these tasty

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 she loves
Yo whos lips is
The is always: Slugs.

down the street
In my babys moms
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill that freak sniffin 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 under
Or at least I keep that a secret
If you know I mean
I got sluts that love to head
And I to watch
The way move their tongue
Up and my

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

Its just a song man, its just a song, its 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 that 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 some like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos 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, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

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

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