Luyện nghe bài hát U Stank

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

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

By suckin' their brain until ability
To was amputated
By pimpin' their instincts they were fat
Horny an' out
An' her right to be kept queen of the
Who is this

You get somethin' for nothin' you got to get the gas
Spit the game in her ear, her get on the ave
It's mind in every situation
a pimp an' a ho
Somebody roll Dayton downhill

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

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

the consumers, how I look at life
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 the P Funk, F U N Kaich
with the P Funk, P U
Down the P Funk, F U N K
Why

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

I through, the party was packed
I saw top notches, the rest was rats
I could smell it, when I first down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna fuck now

Quit actin' scared 'cause I might get her
Spend the wit her, won't spend my life wit her
My specialty is runnin'
But this ain't 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 to ya, give ya long slow strokes
Or beat your pussy up it smokes?

Young girl brand new, told me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she can't you
I took of her, nigga, fuck you
I bitches, I know just what to do

I fat girls, I had plenty
Black an' white, or skinny
If you asked me, I won't change my
I can't marry you, I told you that the last

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miss me with that
Yeah, ain't no jive

with 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

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,
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u

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 make an African nigga won't be distinguished
me to be somewhat a common nigga?
Fuck an AK 47, a

Don't need a 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 a raw nigga like me don't play

I'ma blue B L A C K black-ass
my dick an' make it bigger
As I into the party, I grab my goatin' ass
You see him an' you love him, you go, hoe, hug him

Walkin' around here your lips curled, makin' me sick
Actin' like you got class, 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 a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer,
You a nigga but I am
This is to be, spit it,

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

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