Luyện nghe bài hát 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.

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

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

'Cause I'm the wit the best hand
You poochie, you like my pitbull
Stretched the out your stretch pants
You fuckin' up my a lot high
You get the talk, dick 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
as I get home, I'ma take a hopelift to the dome
Shit, civilation
I'm just drunk hoodlum under one nation

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

Bitch, you wanna on my dang, dang?
all my drank, drank
Who's in the Jacuzzi, all
Suckin' all on my doobie, be poppin'

But only if ya lonely bubba
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 Nut come threw
Wit Num, Dru, Chris, and Richie
We on new shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

It change, even if you smoke cane
You won't get as me
Drink jugs 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 through with no drink,
I'll you 'cause my shirt drink more then I do
I'm lit, still lit, that's how we do this real
Bits of Remy and shit, so I fuckin' wit you, bitch

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