Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player coast 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
and sluts
Bitches,
Tits and

Bitches be screamin for eight inch demon
And when you me screamin
Im about to the semen
Wipe myself on your couch
If she any trash I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any pimp youve had in your hoe
I talk soft, tall, carry a rifle
that bullshit
Cuz if baby gets
Im the liquor
With some piss and some
Roll in a shit brown
Eatin a bun
Spot the block
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I the girls with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King drive
I take em two at a
Make em say my name
never had three
But best believe Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The city cowboy
With the thick of cattle
Crusin street
Pool ridin shotgun
Got the trickies
From the Mississippi to
I got a house of porn
To keep the vibe
The always open honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got little girls
Ones that always stay
Got an girl
She dyes the pubic blue
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She travels on
Im down with the neighbors
I freak drives the bus
Shows me love with the rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from side
Gotta a Bloomington
a pool at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mall hoes
em all work the food court
Hit me off with a soft taco
And a couple of
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe that in Fargo
For when I escape the

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos lips are
The response is Slugs.

The Richfield
Freak the and hairspray
Downtown
That like to on the staircase
Northside
chicks
Suburban
Love to open married
Up to the
Disturbin relationship
Excuse my
I work it with the way I em out
mortals
The I kick
The sport I
Know to say
When Im sittin at buffet
With all tasty morsels

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

Crusin down the
In my babys moms
February got the windows
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
Give me nine and a half
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the rotten plain
I know its bein young girl
Let me soothe the
I you baby
up I understand
Now up your ass
So I can pull these fuckin down
Now the ones I do
Are those under
Or at I keep that shit a secret
If you know what I
I got sluts that love to give
And I like to
The way move their tongue
Up and my

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

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

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

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

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

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo lips is these?
The is always: Slugs.

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

Black pantyhose, lace
Showin through the holes,
pantyhose, pink lace
Showin though the

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