Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlocking

Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, man?

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

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, live
Sup wit
just, real nice 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 other heads and shit y'know

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

Ain't no
The whole Reservoir Dog squad n
We gon' be eight deep, oh aight,
So come on down, on yo

it's it's it's just us?
Yeah, just us
Oh damn, whassup some more jawns?
Oh yes, it's just her and some weed y'know

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

Aight time yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, through no

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

She pimps her as Second One demands
Entrance through the door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is you were born for
To dig soft and lotion knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly ass like a real pro whore"

Her subsequent screams seemed to
Sent messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck brain
But her screams laughs at his dumb ass
As he quicker comes, then third and fourth one just as
Invite themselves to in

One wants to hit the skins old fashioned style
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got some
Make a nigga joint just swell, to think? I wanna sink my
Into that bitch's, mouth"
So one goes North, the other

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

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

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

Seems she nameless to
Got his in a death cunt clutch
He falls from the force of her tight pussy punch
like the rest of that sorry ass bunch

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

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

It seems she just wastin' good pussy and
On like number Seven, who ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the divine
By dropping a kind of line

"Your hole so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
Into you like an ocean do you right and make head spin"
So he jumped in and then, he
Got lost and found in her Tart

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

A pound of is all she was, no name no face or even voice
So poised, she rises from the flame
bored with their feeble fuck games
She smooth behind her and takes straight aim
At eight up cocks with a fully loaded Glock
Parts lips, not expressly made for milding

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