Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlocking

Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, whattup

Yo, whassup
is the Black Ill
Oh, G?
Y'know, yo

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, she's
Sup wit
She's just, real to talk
Sometimes I used to off

how she be swingin'?
Oh yeah, she's swingin' that y'know it's on
Oh,
I called a couple other heads and shit

Aight, who else, who else, who else
I mean she widdit like
Yeah, you

Ain't no
The Reservoir Dog squad n shit
We be eight deep, oh aight, word
So on down, it's on yo

Aiyyo it's it's just us?
Yeah, just us
Oh damn, whassup with some jawns?
Oh yes, it's just her and some weed sayin'?

Fuck other shit
it, aight, bet, what the?
Y'know, whassup for real, for
Word, yo so come

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

I the voyeur, peer, as she her, ritual
sexual ties for few and untrue
Words of admiration, sucker ass, lines of trash
Spewing first one's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go limp

She her innocence as Second One demands
Entrance through the back
"Bend over bitch, you this is what you were born for
To dig those soft and lotion knees into the
And take it in, that spread ass like a real pro whore"

Her screams seemed to praise
Sent messages of and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then third and one just as dumb
Invite to join in

Third One wants to hit the old fashioned style
Fourth One says, "Don't she got some DSL's
Make a nigga just swell, to think? I wanna sink my inches
that bitch's, berry-framed mouth"
So one North, the other South

To sanctified places where in house
Will later wash away all traces, of ill spoken words
And complacent and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them could keep that shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop just to
he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I you was a spinna sit on up
Top this thing, dick, and work it like a winner"
the quickness he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But he, stops mid thrust

she nameless to 'cuz
Got his stuff in a death clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight punch
Just like the rest of that ass bunch

Now, here Six, ready to add
His inactive to the mix
Talkin' smack at that saying, "Girl, wax that ass
And stick that so hard, you gonna be calling me God"

So he to poke and prod
With clumsy finger and wack sex
"Condoms make me last longer", wrong, her
of snatch, however detached from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

It seems she just wastin' good and time
On dudes number Seven, who ain't learned their lesson
He to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a of semi-sweet line

"Your honey hole so and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
Into you like an ocean do you right and make your spin"
So he in and then, he drowned
Got and found in her Tart Canal

to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One arise
Plys her with familiar
more familiar still, 'cause him, she used to love
But he could quite see above, her mound

A of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even voice
So poised, she rises Phoenix from the
Finally bored with their feeble fuck
She smooth reaches behind her and straight aim
At eight shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded
Parts lips, not expressly for milding dicks

And then, she speaks, Your of horror bring me bliss
I must admit the thought that I could shred your
eight quick flips excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds, lack of and respect is the crime
This was a set up, now me what, what's my name?