Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth 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,
Tits and

Bitches be for this eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I flash my box
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
that bullshit
Cuz if baby spiteful
Im lacing the
With some and some Lysol
in a shit brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King drive
I em two at a time
em both say my name
Aint never had
But best believe Im game
And the key: game
I fit words like Scrabble
The city cowboy
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool ridin
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a full of porn
To the vibe warm
The always open honey
outta the storm
Yo, I got daddys little
that always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta that lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She travels on
Im down with the neighbors
I freak drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred in St. Paul
But only one from east
Gotta a Bloomington
a pool at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega hoes
em all work the food court
Hit me off with a chicken soft
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and fake
And a hoe that lives in
For when I the city

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 that she
Yo lips are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The bitches
Freak the lip-gloss and
women
That like to on the staircase
Northside
chicks
Suburban
Love to married women
Up to the
Disturbin your
my morals
I work it the way I trick em out
Silly
The I kick
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at this
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
its a job that she loves
Yo lips is these?
The is always: Slugs.

down the street
In my moms Caprice
February got the windows
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me and a half weeks
Ill have that freak too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I its hard bein young girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
Straight up I
Now lift up ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those eighteen
Or at least I keep shit a secret
If you what I mean
I got sluts that love to give
And I to watch
The way they move their
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down 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 front of my man?

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

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never once have I been
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos lips is
The is always: 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.

Black pantyhose, pink
through the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, pink
though the hole

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