Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the 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 demon
And you hear me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on couch cover
If she talks any I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im the liquor
some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit brown
a sticky bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls with
Yo, I once got busy in a King drive thru
I em two at a time
Make em both say my
Aint had three
But believe that Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit like Scrabble
The inner cowboy
With the thick herds of
Crusin Lake
Pool ridin shotgun
Got the flyest
From the Mississippi to
I got a house of porn
To keep the warm
The always open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys little
Ones always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She on business
Im gettin down with the
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love with the free
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one east side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega mall
Make em all work the food
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and fake
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 forceful
She it on
its a job that she loves
Yo lips are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The bitches
Freak the and hairspray
Downtown
That like to fuck on the
chicks
Southside
chicks
Love to married women
Up to the
Disturbin your
my morals
I work it the way I trick em out
mortals
The words I
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at this
all these tasty morsels

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.

Crusin the street
In my babys moms
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a half
Ill that freak sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I its hard bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I understand you
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these fuckin pants
Now the I dont do
Are those under
Or at least I keep shit a secret
If you know what I
I got sluts that love to head
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording some bullshit 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 your way over to that neglected girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you 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 about some bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never once have I forceful
She it on
its a job that she loves
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.

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

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