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 you hear me screamin
Im about to the semen
Wipe myself on your couch
If she any trash I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im lacing the
With some and some Lysol
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls with
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King thru
I em two at a time
em both say my name
Aint had three
But best believe that Im
And thats the key:
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The inner city
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool shotgun
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a house full of
To the vibe warm
The always open honey
Come the storm
Yo, I got daddys little
Ones that stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the hair blue
And I gotta bitch that lives in
Rich flavor
She on business
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
me love with the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one east side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a at her apartment
Rug burns all
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, jewels and tities
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 lips are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The Richfield
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
like to fuck on the staircase
Northside
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
your relationship
Excuse my
I work it the way I trick em out
Silly
The words I
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all tasty morsels

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 lips is these?
The is always: Slugs.

down the street
In my babys moms
February got the windows
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
me nine and a half weeks
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I know its hard bein girl
Let me the pain
I you baby
up I understand
Now up your ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the I dont do
Are under eighteen
Or at I keep that shit a secret
If you know what I
I got sluts that to give head
And I like to
The way they their tongue
Up and my

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

Its just a man, its just 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 to that neglected girl you got there.

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

Yeah, what the fuck 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 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 next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, lace
through the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, lace
though the hole

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