Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Men at Chung King

it out...

Verse one: red hot lover lover

The pen hits the paper, ink and fills, the lines
With that thrills like my dillz
it on the grilled cheese tour, then I drop it
Don't care about the niggaz cause the girls are jock it
her to my hotel, no speaking, just freaking
Leave my door open so the niggaz can come in
Rip the nappy dug out bug out with the hopes
can get theirs, but in the meantime they takin notes
Here comes my kid, comes my kid (ahhhhh)
But I him in the rubber lid, huh
Chitty chitty bang bang, gotta go go
The hoe is in a coma so I tippy toe
Walkin in the dark (tripped) on my shoe
(arrrrgh!! ohh shit!!) [tone is you? ]
Damn, more
take the mic 'cause I'm here for the duration

Verse grand puba

Before I get wreck I usually start with a 40
But forties are no more now I'm drinkin 64's
Call on grand puba, chubb rock if you want it
Hon the 411 as if her name was kaity chung
Into devil bashing, always in fashion
Love maxing and relaxing, hittin skins with a
As a shorty I kept some dice I banked on seven or
'cause my pops had it hard similar to evans
Now flipped, I'm on the hip-hop
To the beat you don't stop, on!
I kick the new type of lingo, hit the that'll tingle
Make the girls wanna jingle, so run and get the single
My simple is to make you shake that ass
On the quick fast, and to it last
It's three men at chung king getting busy
We've come a way since kunta kintizzy
And you don't stop, on
Chubb rock the script 'cause I'm gone

Verse chubb rock

Yippi-yi-yeah, stay, hooray, yo,
I jumped up upon the mic with the chubbster, tone, plus the
go far
Chillin in the mansion, fashion (ahhh)
Relax, and dig the track and react
I want a martin luther riff 'cause I don't to pack my iron
Watchin on the corner buyin, gettin zooted then lyin
Test and I commence, to
One two three shots and then I tune the black
Reclean my and then I grab my crotch
And squeeze, the testes and I grab my wood and cup it
Oh there goes the nut I busted
Get together, 'cause I'm the man
I knew it, I wanted to do a with the grand
Mystic ruler took the 40 out of the
Now we're rippin the track, we shoulda did one
And then we roll up on the groove field the team
And now I'm than 9:15
Get a little dough for this three man
I'll end the jam with a

Uhh, umm
Or is it damn? or

Shit. and slide out of the vocal booth and get a chung king soda
Grand puba, tone, plus now we're over and out