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 this inch demon
And when you hear me
Im about to the semen
Wipe myself on your cover
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 the liquor
With some piss and Lysol
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
Make em both say my
Aint had three
But best believe that Im
And thats the key:
I fit words like Scrabble
The inner cowboy
With the thick herds of
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool shotgun
Got the flyest
From the to Boston
I got a house full of
To keep the warm
The doors always honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that always true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the hair blue
And I gotta bitch that lives in
Rich townhouse
She on business
Im gettin down with the
I freak drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred in St. Paul
But only one east side
Gotta a bitch
a pool at her apartment
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 of Newports
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in
For when I the city

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

The bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That like to on the staircase
chicks
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
my morals
I work it with the way I em out
Silly
The I kick
The sport I
Know to say
When Im sittin at this
With all tasty morsels

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

Crusin the street
In my babys Caprice
February got the windows
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a half
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 lift up ass
So I can pull these fuckin pants
Now the ones I do
Are under eighteen
Or at least I keep that a secret
If you know what I
I got sluts that love to give
And I like to
The way they move their
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording 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 over to that girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you always 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 girl
I sway the
Never once have I been
She it on
Like its a job she loves
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, the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme 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 mother fucker a fat ass dick.)