Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I seen you get up, and go to that bathroom
five or six times in the last twenty minutes
What the going on?

1]
Under the great gray sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm with a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving for the dope man
I'll impress her with my selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that open up and put down your weapons

Up, up, let your strap down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
What's the big fuss it was just a little job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing on none
Everyone's got scars
Some of them will never
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This around I'm trying to cook up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the between your ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now