Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im 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 spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
Fucks and
Bitches,
Tits and

Bitches be screamin for eight inch demon
And you hear me screamin
Im about to free the
Wipe on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
that bullshit
Cuz if baby gets
Im lacing the
With some and some Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I em two at a time
Make em say my name
Aint never had
But believe that Im game
And the key: game
I fit words like Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the thick herds of
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool ridin
Got the flyest
From the Mississippi to
I got a house of porn
To the vibe warm
The doors always honey
Come the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that always true
Got an girl
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta bitch that in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She on business
Im gettin with the neighbors
I freak drives the bus
me love with the free rides
A hoes in St. Paul
But one from east side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a pool at her
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that in Fargo
For when I the city

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

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

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

down the street
In my babys moms
February got the cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me nine and a weeks
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I know its hard bein girl
Let me the pain
I you baby
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those eighteen
Or at least I that shit a secret
If you know I mean
I got that love to give head
And I to watch
The way they their tongue
Up and my

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

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

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp your way to that neglected girl you got there.

man, why you always trippin on me in front of my friends man?

Yeah, what 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 have I been
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 Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

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

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