Luyện nghe bài hát Lyle Lovette

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches
and butts

1]
Bitches be dreamin for eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to the seamen
Wipe off on your couch cover
If she any trash I'll flash my box cutters
Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in life hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
Kill bullshit cause if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor with some and some Lysol
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme
Cause I'm a freak, I the girls with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger King
I take 'em two at a time, 'em both say my name
never had three, but best believe that I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit words scrabble
The cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin' street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to
I've got a house full of porn to keep the warm
The doors always open honey, come out of the
Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones always stay true
got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue
And I've got a bitch that in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour
She travels on business I'm gettin' with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a in her apartment
Rug all over from fucking her on the carpet
Got the hoes, make them all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of
Got a stripper bitch body jewels and fake titties
And a hoe that in Fargo for when I escape the city

But my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is girl
I sway the tongue never once I been forceful
She it on like its a job that she loves
lips is these? the response is always slugs

2]
The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and
Downtown women that like to fuck on the
side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the
Disturbing relationship, excuse my morals
I'm working the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I
Now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these morsels

3]
Crusin down the street in my mom's caprice
February got the windows cracked, a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda
Gimme and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two
and come across the ??
I know its hard young girl, let me soothe the pain
I you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants
The only ones I don't do is those under
Or at least I keep that a secret if you know what I mean
I got sluts that to give head, and I like to watch
The way they move tongue up and down my...

Motherfucker! I can't your sittin down here
Recordin' some like this

(Hey man just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take ass over
To that girl you got there.

(Why you trippin' on me in front....)

Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming some bullshit like this?