Luyện nghe bài hát U Stank

Luscious bitch, she is
But not nice to fool Mother Nature
The proud of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own

Who is this young big tawny
Who wish to be queen for a
Who would sacrifice the great
An' daughters of her mother?

By suckin' their brain their ability
To think was
By pimpin' their instincts until they fat
an' strung out
An' her right to be kept queen of the
Who is bitch?

You get for nothin' when you got to get the gas
the game in her ear, tell her get on the ave
It's mind in every situation
There's a an' a ho
roll this Dayton downhill

Takin' the way
While the other say it should be this way
one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack'
Since the day of my birth, I was sworn to

It's the P I M P in me
You envy, how instantly I ten G's
An' never lift a finger, you wanna bring a
to the show an' get your clown, Jerry Springer

Blame the consumers, how I look at
It's just another day in a life
With no tricks, there's no
It's drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

Down with the P Funk, F U N
with the P Funk, P U
Down the P Funk, F U N K
Why

Let's funk until smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Let's funk they smell it

I came through, the was packed
I saw three top notches, the was rats
I smell it, when I first touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she fuck right now

Quit actin' scared I just might get her
the night wit her, won't spend my life wit her
My specialty is game
But this hide an' go get it, I ain't playin'

I'm on a pursuit of panties
She she had a man, I said, Bitch, can he
Stick dick to ya, give ya long strokes
Or your pussy up 'til it smokes?

Young lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
nigga, she can't stand you
I took advantage of her, nigga, you
I know bitches, I know what to do

I fat girls, I had plenty
Black an' white, tall or
If you asked me, I won't my mind
I can't marry you, I told you that the time

Let's 'em, let's funk 'em
they smell it
Let's 'em 'til they smell it
Bitch, funk 'em 'til they smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)

Let's funk 'em they smell it
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u
Miss me with that
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Miss me with shit, bitch

Now, it
A case of the miss me with that
me with that shit, somethin' stink

Well, I might be but I bathe in Cristal
Bitches, they know the name, sling like pistol
Cuff bitch now 'fore we put her on tape
With dick on her face, screamin' gimme a taste

Fuck the rest of niggaz an' bitches
That's niggaz, man, fuck that nigga
I'ma pawn that nigga, I'm that nigga
If you ain't packin' a pistol then run, my

we been to known to rip shit up
So yo' chains up
you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the up 'fore I bust two at your truck
Draped in all black, two in the Coupe, you better

Who's that through my window? Blaow, nobody now
You motherfuckers better lay it
B A B Y, D C
pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D

Miss me with that
Yeah, ain't no jive

Down the P Funk, F U N K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Why Beotch
with the P Funk, F U N K, u stank
Down the P Funk, F U

with the P Funk, F U N K
(U stank)
Why
P Funk, F U N
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
with the P Funk, P U
(U stank, bitch)

Jump yo' ass in the tub, u
I ya, u stank
Oh, it's so funky u stank, beotch
yo' ass in the tub, u stank

Now you got me talkin'
So just color me a nigga
Peanut on my tongue
While I'm spillin' nigga

Nigga got a of babblin' broken English
So an American African nigga won't be distinguished
me to be somewhat a common nigga?
Fuck an AK 47, a

Don't need a fresh on my jock shootin' drag
paid hoe, go rush some cash
You to school to still run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw like me don't play

I'ma blue B L A C K nigga
Suck my an' make it bigger
As I walk into the party, I grab my ass
You see him an' you him, here you go, hoe, hug him

Walkin' around here with lips curled, makin' me sick
Actin' like you got class, this here Makeba
I naw, disagree
She was a beat the bitch, bitch, I bet I'll yo' ass

In a minute, I'm a
I'm a nigga, I give a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer,
You a nigga but I am
This is to be, spit it,

Hey, did you get that on tape?
Oh, my God, that nigga is cold,
You see my pockets stay full, yours stay
You say I look Kunta
Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than
Jet black, yeah, I do smoke

You an' your bitch get checked
I have no respect for a
I'll her in her muh'fuckin' face
An' it won't disgrace nigga
Oh, yes, oh, my God
Nigga, you got some done