Luyện nghe bài hát Walk on By

Yes indeed, what the
This is the world famous Kid
Up here with my man Crack
Crack got this new joint coming out
Yo Joey, tell 'em the name of this joint is

is for the hoes and bitches
A-yo what about all the young
The positive young
Like I said, this is to the hoes and bitches
on it man

This ain't for the intelligent divas
For all the hoes and who swallow nut by the liters
Two pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a damn still suckin' for sneakers

You know the type, damn dirty is
She even did it dice and made a dildo of ice
A-yo it's like the hiest ya phat ass to gain
And if you love me girl, give my friends some entertainment
(Yo foul Joe)

Hey yo, I treat 'em how act yo
Behave like a hooker and played a mad hoe
Rumor has it that you take it in the
And wrap ya lips my dick like a lasso

I love the way you hold that Joe Bozak
While niggas bone that, my where ya nose at
Just another hoe in the
That does more than kiss when we start the 'cris

All you be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get shit me
You ain't smokin' my lye, my ride
And if you ain't just walk on by
All you bitches walk on by

I once knew a girl by the of Savannah
Met her backstage at a show in
Seemed like a girl, class and well-mannered
When I her to the hotel the bitch went bananas

Did my decieve me, was she suckin' three pee-pee's?
Caught it all on tape so I watch it late on TV
Couldn't wait to me, started in the car
Shorty caught the quick train from the stars

Big railroad, any frail hoe
a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows, why girls fuck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material

Now bust it, you hit it, gotta pay top dollar
These chics is hot rodders, with like Rottwilers
But why bother, picture me a fee
I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these for free

All you be fuckin' for money
Playin' niggas but they can't get from me
You ain't smokin' my lye, pushin' my
And if you fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just on by

B, more on the floor on all fours
Mind must've lost yours, been tossed
Tour, that's what I do for ones, not
that's what I do for fun

Now I dread that I gave you
All because them double A duracells went dead
My vibrator, huh, hatin' on me
Thinking you can hit and get away scott free

Now you boomeranged, alI wanted was some
Brought my own Brenton, got my own
Now you off tryin' to front to yo
'Cuz I ya back out and got my own figgas

Please, you was just to do
Had a camcorder too, how you like that
You mad? 'Cuz I hit that and
Or 'cuz you on tape screamin' 'Charli Baltimore' in

All you be fuckin' for money
niggas but they can't get shit from me
You smokin' my lye, pushin' my ride
And if you ain't just walk on by
All you just walk on by

walk on by
See ya later,
You hoe