Luyện nghe bài hát The Blues

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Check it, life sure hurts your dick in the dirt
Witcha thing in a sling the work of a skirt
Balls turned black to from a tease or two
Well one tease is a few, save your from the blues

You're me the blues
(The blues, the blues)
I've got the blues
(It's all of you)
It's all of you
(I've got 'em, got 'em)
And those things you do
(Let me you a story)

As we leave the club, you what's up
Thinkin' I'm gettin' some, damn! Was I so
Take her to the crib, thinkin' I'm live
But you got, all excuses
How you've heard about me and you're not sexually
After you teasin' me, you wanna leave
Say it isn't true, I'm so by you
Don't what to do, you've given me the blues
got 'em

One of the hoes and S O's, at my crib spot
Got the in my testicles stopped on gridlock
Now why you wanna touch under drawers and tease
If I bust you better duck or get your whole wet
Wanna shoot the juices, the best of hooches
Blue balls is the sewage, from excuses
Now the first face, on the first date, what?
Five dates, we do it, still'll be the first fuck
You wanna come and touch, run and duck, you're
Take a hickie come for Moby Dick, and slip a
You came and phony, you left me lonely
So when I'm stiff and boney, I go and about Naomi
With my as my homey, uhh!

You! given me the blues
I've got the blues
(Look you did!)
It's all of you
And those freaky you do
(Ohh yeah)

You wore panties all fancy that sheet shit over it
Nuts tend to lock after an hour and you
'cause Charlie horse in my shorts
Nuts beggin' me to leave you in the part of Newark
Then I thought of a plan and you called me a
Shit, hurtin' and you beefin' cause I you to jerk it?
I wish I knew your call was a coochie brawl
I woulda had a better ball at the bar

Balls swole like a bowl with my in the dirt
Shoulda wait 'til you got up and went and jumped in your
See you felt below the belt, while I it you hug it
come to suck or fuck it, shit you ain't have to touch it
My was cool, takin' a nap on my lap
Then you rub it 'til my balls catch a from the back
Smoke the tight sack, sport the nightcap, you it right back
Balls black and blue, stingin' like a spiked bat
You ain't right rat! Damn!

givin' me the blues
Girl I've got the
(Said got the blues)
all because of you
You what? You ain't leavin'
And those freaky you do
Get hat, get your coat
purse, and get out!

You're me the blues
Girl I've got the
(Is it the blues)
It's all of you
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
And those things you do
(I the blues)

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