Luyện nghe bài hát We Made You

Guess who? You me?
Simpson sing the chorus, Jessica Simpson

When you walked the door
It was to me (clear to me)
the one they adore, who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a, star (baby)
Everybody you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can really blame you (who can really you)
We're the who (chicka) made you

Back by popular
Now pop a little Zantac or if you can
You're ready to tackle any that is at hand
How does it feel, is it fantastic, is it
Well look at all the masses in the stands
Shady man no don't massacre the
Damn, I think Kim a man
She stomped him cause he asked to put his hands
On her massive Gluteus again
Squeeze it, then Squish it, then it to her friend
Can he come back as as he can
Yes he can, can, ask me this again
He does not to lesbian offend
But Lindsay come back to seeing men
Samantha's a two, you're a ten
I know you want me girl, in fact I see your (Now come in girl)

you walked through the door
It was to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who they to see)
You're a, rock (baby)
wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) you

The enforcer, for more women to torture
Walk up to the girl and Charlie Horse her
Sorry Portia, but what's Ellen
that I don't, are you telling me tenderness?
Well I can be as gentle and as smooth as a
Give me my Ventolin inhaler and two
And invite Sarah Palin out to dinner then
Nail her, 'Baby say to my little friend'
Brit forget K-Fed let's cut off the man
Forget him or gonna end up in the hospital again
And this it won't be for the Ritalin binge
Forget them men, girl pay them little attention
A little did I mention, Jennifer's in
Love me John Mayer so sit on the bench
Man I swear other guys you give 'em an inch
They take a mile, got style, but it isn't Slim

When you through the door
It was to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who came to see)
a, rock star (baby)
Everybody you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can really blame you (who can really you)
We're the who made you

And that's why, my love, never live without,
I know you want me girl I can see you checking me out
And baby, you know, you you want me too
Don't try to deny it baby, I'm the one for you
Damn I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy out
You think that's bad you hear the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and
Man Cash, I don't mean to up your gal but
Jessica Alba put a breast in my
Wowzers, I just made a mess of my
And wonder why I keep dressing like Elvis
Lord help us he's back in his pink Alf
like someone shrinked his outfit
I he's about to flip
rest assure, Superman's here to rescue ya
Can you me? You're my Amy, I'm your Blake
Matter fact bake me a birthday
With a saw blade in it to make my break
Baby, I think you met your soul mate (Now break it down girl)

When you through the door
It was to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore, who they came to see (who came to see)
You're a, star (baby)
Everybody you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can really blame you (who can blame you)
We're the ones who you

So baby, baby, get down, down,

Baby, get down, down
Baby, get down, down
Baby, get down, get

Baby, get down, down
Baby, get down, down
Baby, get down, down
Baby, get down, get

Oh Amy, never looked so good,
I can't wait, I'm back! Ha ha woo! Dr. Dre, 2020, yeah