Luyện nghe bài hát Walk on By

Artist: fat joe f/ baltimore

(kid capri)
Yes indeed, the deal
This is the world famous kid
Up here wit my man crack
Joey got this new joint coming out
Yo joey, tell 'em what the name of this is

(fat joe)
is for the hoes and bitches

(kid capri)
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive ladies

(fat joe)
Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and

(kid capri)
on it man

Verse joe
This for the intelligent civilized divas
For all the hoes and bitches who nut by the leiters
Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the
But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for
You know the type, damn dirty is right she even did it wit
And made a of ice
A-yo it's like the
ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me girl give my friends some entertainment (yo that's
joe)
Hey yo I 'em how they act yo
Behave like a hooker and played a madd hoe
Rumor has it you take it in the asshole
And wrap ya lips around my dick like a
I love the way you hold
Joe bozak
While niggas bone
My where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the
That does more than kiss when we pourin' the 'cris

(chorus)
All you bitches be for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get from me
You ain't my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches walk on by

2-fat joe
I once a girl by the name of savannah
Met her backstage at a show in
Seemed like a nice girl, class and
When I took her to the hotel the went bananas
Did my eyes me
Was she suckin' pee-pee's
Caught it all on so I could watch it late on t.v.
Couldn't wait to me
Started in the car shorty caught the quick train the trinity stars
Big railroad
Any hoe
Have a bitch scream and yell elbows
Now who the hell
Why girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' for material shit
Now bust it, you wanna hit it gotta pay top
These is hott rodders
Wit grips rottwilers
But why
me payin' a fee
I'll just play like akinyle and fuck hoes for free

(chorus)

Verse 3-charli
Picture b-more on the floor on all
Mind lost yours
Never been
Tour what I do for ones
Not whore baby what I do for fun
Now I dread that I you head
All them four double a duracells went dead
My vibrator....huh!! playa on me
Thinking you can hit and get away scott free
Now you boomeranged....all I wanted was some
Brought my own
Got my own
Now you off tryin' to front to yo
'cause I blew ya back out and got my own
Please, you was just to do
Had a too
How you like boo
You 'cause I hit that and vanished
Or you on tape screamin' "charli baltimore" in spanish

(chorus)
All you bitches be for money
Playin' but they can't get shit from me
You smokin' my lye
Pushin' my and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches walk on by

(ad-libs til fade)
walk on by
See ya yeah
You hoe