Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
the same guy watching the paint dry
With snake eyes
My lady still me like you know she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk tips 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 the page in my book
Can you spell
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 you'll open up and put down your

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up that?
Where's the
Find the dotted line acquainted with and friendship
But damn got rushed, can't stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects this vicarious life that the weak
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out your girl

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