Luyện nghe bài hát Boobs

(spoken)
(Alright now, this is a modern-day love song for ya.)

at this honky-tonk,
they're to drive me insane.
To you the truth, my darlin',
you're the only I came.

But beauty's so distractin',
it don't lead to my demise.
Can you please your boobs
to stop at my eyes.

They're crummy rap music,
and ain't even a band.
Ah, And I wouldn't be here,
but you my heart in your hands.
(Yes you do, baby.)

So before I my cool,
and start actin' like them dirty guys,
would you please your boobs
to lookin' at my eyes.

(rap-style: Yo there, brother, we're you a shout.
Got the bitches in stitches, and we're all out.
Lookin' in the hood, tell you what it's all about.)

(Shoot that rapper, and let the player play.)

If it for the alcohol,
I be quoting Voltair.
But with that rocking' bod' of yours,
I do nothin' but stare.

go to your place, baby,
stay up and the sun rise.
But first please tell your
to lookin' at my eyes.

be your sex object.
I'll be good ol' boy toy.
have the perfect redneck wedding,
then a bundle of joy.

And somewhere the road
look back and we'll laugh about this night.
When I said, "Tell your
to stop at my eyes."

Yeah, later the road
we'll look back and we'll laugh about night.
(Yes we will.)
Right now you tell your boobs
to stop at my eyes.

(ending: repeat 3 times)
out your boobsies
Stick out boobsies
out your boobs now