Luyện nghe bài hát Bowtie

you cut up
Girl you you cut up

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why they call me the mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why they call me the mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in tuxedo
Cummerbund with no
My torpedo, you
to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can some of this
on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your
You took her to the club and now her body is of liquor
Off that Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish
She's a damsel in distress impressed with things
Whatcha (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked to the scene where I's

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so
To put on a pair of much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just that
But it years of perseverance and experience to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down some of that
On back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the glass glance
We look fine, on time
As we step in the place the crunk we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you
Throw hands up if you feel me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!
Cause we designed, like the finest wine
Feel to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, they can't deny
So your hands to the sky cause we super fly

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
'round my neck
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!