Luyện nghe bài hát X.O.

Would ya quit, fucking me off
'Cause it's cost to be the muthafucking loss
to the metal
Drinking X.O., but X.O.

I'm broke, you broke, we all
So let's take our broke to the sto'
And steal another of X.O.
I'm so faded, broke with a album

But bitches on my like I ate it
I'm use to smelling fish but not kind
Look you's a hoochie, do me
At try to act fine

I'm the nigga wit the best hand
You poochie, you look my pitbull
the fuck out your stretch pants
You up my drunk a lot high
You get the drunk talk, feelin right, right, right

All I is X.O. to set me in
Bitch, I don't need yo' pussy fought by men and lesbians
Soon as I get home, I'ma a hopelift to the dome
Shit, civilation
I'm another drunk hoodlum under one nation

ya quit, fucking me high off
'Cause it's cost to be the boss loss
to the metal
Drinking X.O., but X.O.

Would ya quit, me high off
it's cost to be the muthafucking boss loss
Petal to the
X.O., nothing but X.O.

Bitch, you suck on my dang, dang?
Drink all my drank,
in the Jacuzzi, all hoochie's
Suckin' all on my doobie, be coochie

But if ya lonely baby bubba
she said, "Do you got the rubber?"
Got the out the closet

Another flawless victory, a bitch shit to me
She was history, as my nigga Nut come threw
Wit Num, Dru, Chris, and Richie
We on new shit

I know this, bitch was a groupie the giddy-go
Really though, wanna be all in a nigga
But hoe, you know you got to fuck all us
Pimps, playa's, hustla's,

caller's call the shots, top knotch blazin'
Got a cock caved in like squash raisin's
Stay in the hoe, so fa sho', a train
All them nut on her neck look like a gold chain on her

Would ya quit, me high off
'Cause cost to be the muthafucking boss loss
to the metal
Drinking X.O., but X.O.

Would ya quit, fucking me off
'Cause cost to be the muthafucking boss loss
Petal to the
Drinking X.O., but X.O.

in '88 a nigga was straight, all in the car case
Face a OE, forty oz, Vsop,
It be pass that to me
Gin and Juice get off duce, duce of SP

Kick it the fortyless, sick wit it posse
Got me fillin' my body up wit icy
Hurricane, slurricane, some cane
May not take the to the brain and won't change

It can't change, even if you cane
You won't get as me
Drink jugs of the St. IDE
See, I can't spell it

Even though I didn't drink that day, you'll damn smell it
I dare you to come through no drink, bitch
I'll hoe-ride you my shirt drink more then I do
I'm lit, lit, that's how we do this real shit
Bits of and shit, so I ain't fuckin' wit you, bitch

ya quit, fucking me high off
'Cause it's cost to be the muthafuckin' loss
Petal to the
X.O., nothing but X.O.

Would ya quit, fucking me off
it's cost to be the muthafuckin' boss loss
Petal to the
Drinking X.O., but X.O.