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 was a lady walkin my way
I turned my to ?????????????
And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she past
She was 5'6", or maybe six and a half
With a body like a goddess, man, girl was bad!
Tight leather pants that fit a drum
And two big - yeah well, she had
from behind she was fine
But when she around, her mustache was bigger than 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 then it hit me, like a from the sky
I hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never
Maybe I'll see you other time"
But then he grabbed me by my arm and told me I leave
And said, "Hey boy, you look cute in them jeans!"
This had to be the embarrassing thing in the world
My whole neighborhood was watchin me get beat up by a
And when my homeboys came, they let me explain
They said, "Prince, a sucker, you should be ashamed"
My pride was busted along with my eye
Cause my homeboys didn't that this girl was a guy
And in retrospect I had to
I can't believe I didn't notice that 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 and a note by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any till we get home'
No company? I'm 18! must be jokin!
And by 10 my crib was
All of my friends with hands in the air
Screamin (PARTY OVER HERE, PARTY THERE!)
The party was jammin at least about 5
And as my were leaving, they were like "Homes, it was live!"
I thought the party was over, but really was just
I around I thought I was dreamin, I saw four women
Dressed in red leather, to their booties
I gestured with my finger: come here, cuties
I tried to be chill, I didn't scare em
I said, "Hi, my the Prince," they said, "Hi Prince, we're your harem"
I didn't time, I started shootin the gift
I said, "Y'all the type of girls I'd like to some time with"
I walked upstairs, my was pumpin
Till one hit me in the with a lamp or somethin
The next thing I remember is wakin up dead
With Fred Flintstone lump on my head
Of I was mad, this type of thing can burn at you
They me up and they were stealin my furniture
I said, "Yo sweetheart, what's with you?
What kind of stuff is this for a nice like you to do?"
She turned and smiled and laughed
And that's the way that I noticed that the had a mustache
Not girls, four guys!
were in disguise, it was a set up all the time
I made a fool of myself that day
My parents were pullin up just as the u-haul truck was pullin
They walked in, looked like they a ghost
There I was, gagged and bound and to the bed post
My pop walked in and asked a brilliant
"Son, where's the furniture and why is room so messy?"
Sherlock Holmes had been arrived
I said, "What do you think, dad, maybe we robbed?!"
"I'm tied up, in one piece
Let's discuss the facts later, mom, call the police"
I to have 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 that the girlie had a mustache