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 asses to the
And another bottle of X.O.
I'm feelin so faded, broke a album

But bitches on my dick I ate it
I'm use to fish but not that kind
Look a hoochie, wanna do me
At try to act fine

I'm the nigga wit the best hand
You poochie, you like my pitbull
the fuck out your stretch pants
You fuckin' up my 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 yo' pussy fought by most men and lesbians
as I get home, I'ma take a hopelift to the dome
Shit, under
I'm just another drunk hoodlum one nation

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

Would ya quit, fucking me off
'Cause it's 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 only if ya lonely baby
she said, "Do you got the rubber?"
Got the out the closet

flawless victory, a bitch ain't shit to me
She was history, soon as my nigga Nut threw
Wit Num, Dru, Chris, and Richie
We on some new

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

Shot call the shots, top knotch blazin'
Got a caved in like squash stoppin' raisin's
in the hoe, so fa sho', runned a train
All them nut slangs on her neck look like a chain on her

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

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

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

Kick it the fortyless, sick wit it posse
Got me my body up wit color's icy
Hurricane, slurricane, smoke cane
May not take the chronic to the brain and won't

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

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

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

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