Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
Fucks and
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im about to the semen
Wipe on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
that bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im lacing the
With some piss and some
Roll in a shit brown
Eatin a bun
Spot check the
Pick one thats gonna some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King thru
I em two at a time
em both say my name
Aint had three
But best that Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit like Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the thick herds of
Lake street
Gene Pool shotgun
Got the flyest
From the to Boston
I got a full of porn
To keep the warm
The doors always open
Come the storm
Yo, I got little girls
that always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the hair blue
And I gotta bitch that lives in
townhouse flavor
She on business
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hundred in St. Paul
But only one from side
Gotta a Bloomington
With a at her apartment
Rug all over
From her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all work the food
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that lives in
For when I escape the

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never once have I been
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos are these?
The response is Slugs.

The Richfield
the lip-gloss and hairspray
Downtown
That like to fuck on the
Northside
Southside
Suburban
Love to open women
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
Excuse my
I it with the way I trick em out
Silly
The I kick
The sport I
Know to say
Im sittin at this buffet
With all these morsels

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I the tongue
Never have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips is
The is always: Slugs.

Crusin down the
In my babys Caprice
February got the windows
a fleece
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
me nine and a half weeks
Ill have freak sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten fruited
I know its hard bein young
Let me soothe the
I you baby
up I understand
Now lift up ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those under
Or at least I keep that shit a
If you what I mean
I got sluts that love to head
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre down here recording some bullshit like this!

Its just a man, its just a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better pimp your way over to that girl you got there.

Goddamn man, why you trippin on me in front of my friends man?

Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be about some bullshit like this shit, man.

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
Never once have I forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos lips is
The is always: Slugs.

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, lace
through the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, pink
though the hole

(Drop my drawers and the said, Shit! Skinny mother fucker with a fat ass dick.)