Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, 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 hear me
Im about to free the
Wipe myself on your couch
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
Than any youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if baby spiteful
Im the liquor
With some and some Lysol
Roll in a brown Lincoln
a sticky bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gimme some
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a King drive thru
I take em two at a
Make em say my name
never had three
But best that Im game
And thats the game
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The inner 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 open honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got little girls
that always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta bitch that lives in
townhouse flavor
She travels on
Im gettin down with the
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me with the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But one from east side
Gotta a bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug all over
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mega mall
Make em all work the food
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and fake
And a hoe lives in Fargo
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 lips are
The is always: Slugs.

The Richfield
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
That like to on the staircase
Northside
chicks
Suburban
Love to married women
Up to the
your relationship
Excuse my
I work it the way I trick em out
mortals
The I kick
The sport I
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all these morsels

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

Crusin down the
In my moms Caprice
February got the windows
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten plain
I know its hard bein girl
Let me soothe the
I understand you
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these fuckin down
Now the I dont do
Are those under
Or at least I keep shit a secret
If you know I mean
I got that love to give head
And I like to
The way they move tongue
Up and my

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

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

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

Goddamn man, why you always trippin on me in 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 girl
I sway the
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos is these?
The is always: 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.

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

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