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 nice to
Sometimes I used to off

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

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

Ain't no
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 jawns?
Oh yes, just her and some weed y'know sayin'?

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

Aight time yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, come no

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

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

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

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

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

neither one of them could keep 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, dick, and work it like a winner"
With the he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But he, stops mid thrust

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

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

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

It seems she just good pussy and time
On dudes like number Seven, who learned their lesson
He wants to enter the divine
By dropping a kind of semi-sweet

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

Slave to the waves, made him cum for
Eighth and One turn arise
Plys her 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 rises Phoenix the flame
Finally with their feeble fuck games
She smooth reaches behind her and straight aim
At eight shriveled up with a fully loaded Glock
lips, not expressly made for milding dicks

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