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 truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be for this eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on couch cover
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
Than any pimp had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
that bullshit
Cuz if baby spiteful
Im lacing the
With some and some Lysol
Roll in a shit brown
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one thats gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King thru
I em two at a time
Make em say my name
Aint had three
But believe that Im game
And thats the key:
Girl I fit words like
The city cowboy
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin Lake
Gene ridin shotgun
Got the flyest
From the Mississippi to
I got a house full of
To keep the vibe
The doors open honey
Come the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that always true
Got an girl
She the pubic hair blue
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
townhouse flavor
She travels on
Im down with the neighbors
I freak drives the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one east side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a pool at her
Rug all over
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all work the court
Hit me off with a chicken taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and tities
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For I escape the city

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

The bitches
Freak the and hairspray
women
That like to on the staircase
chicks
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
Excuse my
I it with the way I trick em out
mortals
The I kick
The sport I
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
all these tasty morsels

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

Crusin down the
In my moms Caprice
February got the cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me and a half weeks
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its hard bein girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
up I understand
Now lift up ass
So I can pull fuckin pants down
Now the I dont do
Are those under
Or at least I keep that shit a
If you know what I
I got that love to give head
And I like to
The way they move tongue
Up and my

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

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

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you 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 fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about bullshit like this shit, man.

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 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. the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, pink
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.)