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
Fucks and
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for this eight inch
And you hear me screamin
Im about to the semen
Wipe myself on your cover
If she any trash I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if baby gets
Im lacing the
With some piss and Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint never had
But believe that Im game
And thats the game
Girl I fit like Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the herds of cattle
Lake street
Gene Pool ridin
Got the flyest
the Mississippi to Boston
I got a full of porn
To keep the vibe
The doors always honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got daddys little
Ones that stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta that lives in Kenwood
Rich townhouse
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a at her apartment
Rug all over
From her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a chicken soft
And a couple of
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in
For when I escape the

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

The bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and
Downtown
That to fuck on the staircase
chicks
Southside
Suburban
Love to married women
Up to the
Disturbin your
Excuse my
I work it the way I trick em out
Silly
The words I
The sport I
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all tasty morsels

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos is these?
The response is Slugs.

Crusin down the
In my babys Caprice
February got the windows
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I its hard bein young girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
up I understand
Now lift up ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those eighteen
Or at I keep that shit a secret
If you what I mean
I got sluts that love to give
And I to watch
The way move their tongue
Up and my

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

Its just a song man, its 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 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 girl
I the tongue
Never once I been forceful
She it on
its a job that she loves
Yo whos is these?
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 keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, you drive, fine.

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

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