Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be for this eight inch demon
And you hear me screamin
Im about to the semen
myself on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
that bullshit
Cuz if baby spiteful
Im the liquor
With some piss and some
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot the block
Pick one thats gonna some
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint had three
But best believe Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit like Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the thick herds of
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool ridin
Got the trickies
the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of
To keep the warm
The doors open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys little
that always stay true
Got an Uptown
She the pubic hair blue
And I bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She on business
Im gettin down with the
I freak drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from east
a Bloomington bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a chicken taco
And a couple of
bitches
Bodies, jewels and tities
And a hoe that in Fargo
For when I escape the

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos lips are
The response is Slugs.

The Richfield
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That to fuck on the staircase
Northside
chicks
Suburban
Love to married women
Up to the
Disturbin your
Excuse my
I work it with the way I em out
Silly
The words I
The sport I
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all these morsels

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos is these?
The response is Slugs.

down the street
In my moms Caprice
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me and a half weeks
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I you baby
up I understand
Now up your ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those under
Or at I keep that shit a secret
If you know I mean
I got sluts love to give head
And I like to
The way move their tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down recording some bullshit like this!

Its just a song man, its a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.

Oh, you be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp your way over to that neglected girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you always trippin on me in of my friends man?

Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be about some bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo lips is these?
The is always: Slugs.

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. Ill be next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, pink
Showin through the holes,
Black pantyhose, lace
Showin the hole

(Drop my drawers and the bitch said, Shit! Skinny fucker with a fat ass dick.)