Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Booty

Yo, at a hip-hop club was a I met
She was hot you can bet, her body with sweat
I it to her, and her name was kim
She said jet because she was ready for the jim
Browski I doubt thee e would
So like a real stunt, I rolled the
She was ready, I see in her face
So we stepped, and went to her place
It was fat, she had a dope
She offered food, like some barbecue
I said "no you" not now honey
How about drink, yes some gin rummy
that, come here and sit down
And put on by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was to do it
Put on some brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or
But when you love me please don't be
I said "listen, I'll be gentle, I'll be gentle
When I'm loving yoooouuu, when I'm loving
So I dipped, I abandoned
Threw in the anchor on the boat tip
That's what I get for to be a lover
But never a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I like fishing
But time, I want to know who I'm kissing
You can call me gay or a
But I won't touch it until I know who's

Well I was one day just minding my own
Talking to e-double on my car
When I seen this fly girl my means of transportation
The in her eye was the look of infatuation
So I put my car in park, my system down
I "excuse me, are you new in town"
She said "it's you asked I just got here today"
I "yo, you need a lift because I'm going that way"
She said "my mother always told me not to ride strangers
If I did, than my would be in danger"
I "yeah that's true, but I'm not you're everyday swinger"
To tell you the truth, I'm a known singer"
Plus I was cold
40 dog in lap
on my fingers with my fisherman hat
She got in and said "yo I done this before"
I had to my cards right to get my foot in the door
I said yeah, my name is but they call me md
For the way I hold the mic, and slay
She was lost and replied "you a doctor?"
I "close but no cigar, I'm the microphone doctor
Who performs surgery, on mc's who are willing
Except to try them, I try to kill them"
She said "ooh that exciting, please tell me more"
You mean how we concerts and clock 10 g's or more
We pulled up to her house and her wasn't home
And as we got to the door she up the homegrown
I was it, felling nice from old e
Ready to get busy, and wax a booty
We got to her room, it was to max
out the jim hat and strapped the bozak
I hit the lights, and was the sack
We started doing it, it was hard to
Because the booty was cold like they call me bruce
I had to cover my nose, not to ruin the
Because I I wasn't fishing but I smelled seafood
Smelled like shrimp or lobster, or of the sea
And it wasn't worth catching the I-the d-to the s-oh yes
The s is for sex
And as I glanced at the door, you that move was
But she me close, and said "let's get loose"
And out of nowhere I "baby did you do"
She said no p, I'm not a swinger
I buy that as I smelled my forefinger
I was playing plus my style was cramped
I grabbed my and coat, and md broke camp
And as I to the door, the girl got moody
I her eye to eye and said "who's booty?"