Luyện nghe bài hát Devils In The Soup

Shit, you been might have once been true
But I don't think this your motherfucking punk will do
Ladies and here he is
The man that can party and this belongs to me
hear it for Mr

Now I know it's like fearin'
But you still wanna hear that spirit
Is still done by none
Pulled up a dress and a nun

The walls sweat blood from 'bout sex
As your clit wet
Your hot like fire, you
than pleasure, much more higher

Your nipples on your chest to bleed
The is gettin' hot, time to feed
heaven is burnin'
As you're masturbatin', but you're yearnin'

The fire is very hot
As you stick finger in the soup inside the pot
You begin to it
Lick your finger to taste it, but it's not yet

I smell white
on yourself like a medical surgeon
Something you to do
Who thought it was you

The in the soup
The devil's in the
The in the soup
The in the soup

Break out the mix and spoon, and it up with all you've got
The soup is gettin' hotter and hotter, all down the side of the pot
Juice is on the
I think I smell a lil' tumor inside soup
So what you puttin' in it? The basic four fingered groups

All alone, 'cuz you feed for a minute, and meat and
So the devil's in your soup, your all wet from spillin' that soup
Home made, stored in cans, always made with hands
I think your startin' to stick to the pot, means, soup's too hot

so hot, it burns
So stick a spoon in it, and a couple turns
And I thought you was a good
Never let nobody your world

So the in the soup
How'd you let the devil get inside your
thinkin' about sex
Next thing you'll know, you'll be a cotex

the walls come down
And the soup's in the cupboard there too be
You've sin
But when the devil's in the soup, it'll happen

The in the soup
The devil's in the
The in the soup
The in the soup

Masturbatin', demonstratin', good
Knowin' damn well, that ain't you thinkin' of
You're thinkin' cumin'
For the first time, out ya mind

You know what you doing
But it feels so good, you think you're
You feel tingle
As you giggle, and to wiggle, but still single

that Esham tape
So much love, and so hate
Your run wild
Feelin' more a woman, and less like a child

Get ready for the
'Cuz be cumin' around the mountain
Any minute the soup
'Cuz the devil's still tastin', as she's

in her clothes
But the only one that knows
About dish
Squaggy juice, which like fish

And she to fix it
Her part is when she mix it
Virgins to have fun to
But when do
The devil's in the

The devil's in the
The in the soup
The in the soup
The devil's in the

Oww, oww, oww, oww
The devil's in the
The devil's in the
The in the soup