Luyện nghe bài hát The Girlie Had a Mustache

(Get down)

[ VERSE 1: The Fresh ]
I was.. cruisin down the avenue, one Friday
When I saw what I thought was a walkin my way
I turned my back to
And I said, "Hm-hm, me," and she walked past
She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a
With a body like a goddess, man, this was bad!
leather pants that fit like a drum
And two big - well, she had some
Anyway from she was fine
But when she turned around, her mustache was bigger mine
At first I laughed, cause yo, to me was funny
But the ceased when she said: "Hey honey!"
At first I was confused, I was somewhat
My wide open and my chin on the ground
And it hit me, like a bolt from the sky
I thought: up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
I tried to get away, I said, "Well, mind
I'll see you some other time"
But then he grabbed me by my arm and me I couldn't leave
And said, "Hey boy, you mighty cute in them jeans!"
This had to be the most embarrassing thing in the
My whole neighborhood was me get beat up by a girl
And when my came, they didn't let me explain
said, "Prince, you're a sucker, you should be ashamed"
My pride was busted along with my eye
Cause my homeboys didn't realize this girl was a guy
And in retrospect I had to
I can't believe I notice that this girlie had a mustache

[ VERSE 2: The Fresh ]
I last year, the day was October 5th
And my family went away on a ski trip
And they left $100 and a by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any company we get home'
No I'm 18! They must be jokin!
And by 10 my was smokin
All of my with their hands in the air
Screamin (PARTY HERE, PARTY OVER THERE!)
The party was jammin till at about 5
And as my were leaving, they were like "Homes, it was live!"
I the party was over, but really was just beginnin
I turned I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women
Dressed in red leather, tight to their
I gestured with my index finger: here, cuties
I tried to be chill, I wanna scare em
I said, "Hi, my name's the Prince," they said, "Hi Prince, we're harem"
I didn't waste time, I shootin the gift
I said, "Y'all the type of girls I'd like to spend some with"
I walked upstairs, my adrenaline was
one hit me in the head with a lamp or somethin
The next thing I remember is up nearly dead
With Fred Flintstone lump on my head
Of course I was mad, type of thing can burn at you
They tied me up and were stealin my furniture
I said, "Yo sweetheart, what's wrong with
What kind of stuff is this for a nice like you to do?"
She turned around and and laughed
And that's the way that I that the girlie had a mustache
Not four girls, guys!
They in disguise, it was a set up all the time
I made a complete of myself that day
My parents were pullin up just as the u-haul truck was away
They walked in, looked like seen a ghost
There I was, and bound and tied to the bed post
My pop walked in and a brilliant question
"Son, where's the furniture and why is your so messy?"
Obviously Holmes had been arrived
I said, "What do you think, dad, we were robbed?!"
"I'm tied up, nothing's in one
Let's discuss the facts later, mom, please the police"
I wanted to a party, I thought I was clever
My pop me I was on punishment forever!
And in retrospect I had to
I can't believe I didn't notice that the girlie had a