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 truth is what you need, baby, my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches,
Tits and

Bitches be screamin for eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on your couch
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
that bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im lacing the
With some piss and some
Roll in a brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot the block
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I once got in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint never had
But best that Im game
And thats the key:
I fit words like Scrabble
The inner city
With the herds of cattle
Lake street
Gene ridin shotgun
Got the flyest
From the to Boston
I got a full of porn
To the vibe warm
The doors always honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that stay true
Got an girl
She dyes the hair blue
And I gotta bitch that in Kenwood
Rich townhouse
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred in St. Paul
But one from east side
Gotta a bitch
With a pool at her
Rug burns all
From her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
em all work the food court
Hit me off a chicken soft taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and tities
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For when I the city

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips are
The response is Slugs.

The bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That to fuck on the staircase
Northside
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
your relationship
Excuse my
I work it with the way I em out
Silly
The words I
The sport I
Know to say
When Im sittin at this
all these tasty morsels

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 whos lips is
The response is Slugs.

Crusin the street
In my moms Caprice
February got the cracked
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
me nine and a half weeks
Ill that freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten plain
I know its bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I you baby
Straight up I
Now lift up ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the I dont do
Are those under
Or at least I keep that shit a
If you know I mean
I got sluts that love to give
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

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

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

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp your way over to that 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 rhymin about bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips is
The response is Slugs.

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

pantyhose, pink lace
Showin the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, lace
Showin though the

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