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 eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im to free the semen
myself on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
Kill bullshit
Cuz if baby gets
Im lacing the
With piss and some Lysol
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot check the
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint had three
But best that Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit like Scrabble
The inner cowboy
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin street
Gene ridin shotgun
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a full of porn
To keep the warm
The doors open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic blue
And I gotta bitch that in Kenwood
townhouse flavor
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love with the free
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one east side
a Bloomington bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug all over
fuckin her on the carpet
Got the mega hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off a chicken soft taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and fake
And a hoe that lives in
For I escape the city

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 that she
Yo whos lips are
The response is Slugs.

The Richfield
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
That to fuck on the staircase
Northside
chicks
Suburban
Love to open married
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
my morals
I it with the way I trick em out
Silly
The words I
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
all these tasty morsels

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

down the street
In my moms Caprice
February got the cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill that freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its hard bein young
Let me the pain
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 I keep that shit a secret
If you what I mean
I got that love to give head
And I like to
The way they move tongue
Up and my

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

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

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? you better pimp 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 rhymin about some like this shit, man.

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

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

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