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, she's
Sup wit
She's just, real nice to
Sometimes I used to off

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

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

no bullshit?
The Reservoir Dog squad n shit
We gon' be deep, oh aight, word
So on down, it's on yo

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

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

what time yo?
Umm
Like
Yeah, come no

I the voyeur, peer, as she begins her,
Paying ties for few and untrue
of admiration, translation sucker ass, lines of trash
Spewing from one's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his go quickly limp

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

Her subsequent screams to praise
Sent messages of pleasure and to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked laughs at his ass
As he quicker comes, third and fourth one just as dumb
themselves to join in

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

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

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

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a sit on up
Top thing, black dick, and work it like a winner"
With the quickness he got his all up in her
But suddenly he, stops mid

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

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

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

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

"Your hole so fine 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 lost and in her Tart Canal

to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One arise
her with familiar lies
Even more familiar still, 'cause him, she to love
But he never could see above, her mound

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

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