Luyện nghe bài hát U Stank

Luscious bitch, she is
But it's not nice to Mother Nature
The mother of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own

Who is young big tawny bitch
Who to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great
An' of her jealous mother?

By suckin' their brain until their
To was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts until they fat
Horny an' out
An' her right to be queen of the universe
Who is bitch?

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

the easy way
While the other say it should be this way
Which one are 'Cause I was 'Born to Mack'
Since the day of my birth, I was to that

the P I M P that's in me
You envy, how I make 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 hooker's
With no tricks, there's no
like drugs with no fiends, sex with no women

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

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

I came through, the was packed
I saw top notches, the rest was rats
I could smell it, I first touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna right now

Quit actin' scared 'cause I 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, ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up it smokes?

girl lookin' brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she 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, or skinny
If you me, I won't change my mind
I can't marry you, I told you that the time

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

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

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

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

Fuck the rest of these an' bitches
like niggaz, man, fuck that nigga
I'ma that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga
If you ain't a pistol then run, my nigga

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

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

me with that shit
Yeah, ain't no jive

Down the P Funk, F U N K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Why not?
Down with the P Funk, F U N K, u
Down the P Funk, F U

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

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

Now you got me talkin'
So color me like a nigga
bitin' on my tongue
While I'm spillin' gibberish

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

need a fresh hooker on my jock shootin' drag
Gettin' hoe, go rush some cash
You went to 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
my dick an' make it bigger
As I into the party, I grab my goatin' ass
You see him an' you him, here you go, hoe, hug him

Walkin' around here with your lips curled, me sick
like you got class, this here Sheba Makeba
I said naw,
She was a beat the bitch, bitch, I bet beat yo' ass

In a minute, I'm a
I'm a nigga, I don't give a
Jam is biggerer,
You a nigga but I am
is to be, spit it, baby

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

You an' your will get checked
I have no respect for a
I'll slap her in her face
An' it won't this nigga
Oh, yes, oh, my God
Nigga, you got shit done