Luyện nghe bài hát 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.

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

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

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, dick feelin 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, civilation
I'm just another drunk hoodlum under one

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

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

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

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

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

I this, bitch was a groupie from the giddy-go
though, wanna be all in a nigga video
But hoe, you know you got to fuck 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 like a chain on her

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

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

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

Kick it witg the fortyless, sick wit it
Got me fillin' my up wit color's icy
Hurricane, slurricane, some smoke
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
more 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 you to come through with no drink, bitch
I'll hoe-ride you 'cause my shirt drink then I do
I'm lit, still lit, that's how we do this real
of Remy and shit, so I ain't fuckin' wit you, bitch

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

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