Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from 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 eight inch demon
And when you hear me
Im about to free the
Wipe myself on your couch
If she talks any I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in life hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
Kill that
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im the liquor
With piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
a sticky bun
Spot the block
one thats gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint never had
But best that Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the thick herds of
Lake street
Gene Pool ridin
Got the trickies
the Mississippi to Boston
I got a full of porn
To the vibe warm
The doors open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones always stay true
Got an girl
She dyes the pubic hair
And I bitch that lives in Kenwood
townhouse flavor
She on business
Im down with the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hundred in St. Paul
But only one from east
Gotta a Bloomington
a pool at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mall hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For when I the city

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

The bitches
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
That like to fuck on the
Northside
Southside
Suburban
Love to open married
Up to the
your relationship
Excuse my
I it with the way I trick em out
Silly
The words I
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at this
With all these tasty

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never have I been forceful
She it on
its a job that she loves
Yo whos lips is
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 that sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I its hard bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I you baby
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the ones I do
Are under eighteen
Or at least I keep that a secret
If you what I mean
I got sluts that love to give
And I like to
The way they move their
Up and my

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

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

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

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

Yeah, thats what the Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about some bullshit 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 whos lips is
The is always: Slugs.

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

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

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