Luyện nghe bài hát U Stank

Luscious bitch, she is
But it's not nice to fool Nature
The proud of God, like all hoes
Is, is jealous of her own

Who is this young big tawny
Who wish to be for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great
An' daughters of her mother?

By their brain until their ability
To think was
By pimpin' their until they were fat
Horny an' out
An' her right to be kept queen of the
Who is this

You get for nothin' when you got to get the gas
Spit the in her ear, tell her get on the ave
mind manipulation in every situation
There's a an' a ho
Somebody roll this Dayton

the easy way
While the other say it should be this way
Which one are you? 'Cause I was 'Born to
the day of my birth, I was sworn to that

It's the P I M P in me
You envy, how instantly I ten G's
An' never a finger, makes you wanna bring a
Player to the an' get your clown, Jerry Springer

the consumers, how I look at life
It's just another day in a life
With no tricks, there's no
It's like drugs no fiends, sex with no women

Down with the P Funk, F U N
Down the P Funk, P U
Down the P Funk, F U N K
Why

Let's funk until smell it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Let's until they smell it

I came through, the party was
I saw three top notches, the rest was
I could smell it, when I touched down
I saw yo' bitch, she wanna fuck now

actin' scared 'cause I just might get her
Spend the night wit her, spend my life wit her
My is runnin' game
But this ain't an' go get it, I ain't playin'

I'm on a constant of panties
She she had a man, I said, Bitch, can he
Stick dick to ya, give ya slow strokes
Or your pussy up 'til it smokes?

Young girl lookin' brand new, me what her man do
Fake-ass nigga, she can't you
I advantage of her, nigga, fuck you
I bitches, I know just what to do

I like fat girls, I had
Black an' white, or skinny
If you asked me, I won't my mind
I can't marry you, I told you that the time

Let's funk 'em, let's 'em
'Til smell it
Let's 'em 'til they smell it
Bitch, let's funk 'em 'til they it
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)

Let's funk 'em 'til they it
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u
me with that shit
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Miss me with that shit,

Now, it
A case of the miss me with shits
Miss me with that shit, somethin'

Well, I might be young but I in Cristal
Bitches, they know the name, sling like pistol
your bitch now 'fore we put her on tape
With some on her face, screamin' gimme a taste

Fuck the rest of these an' bitches
That's like niggaz, man, fuck nigga
pawn that nigga, I'm beyond that nigga
If you ain't packin' a then run, my nigga

'Cause we been to to rip shit up
So keep yo' up
'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the up
Shut the fuck up 'fore I two at your truck
Draped in all black, two in the Coupe, you better

Who's that lookin' through my Blaow, nobody now
You better lay it down
B A B Y, D C
Virtual pimpin', we in 3-D

Miss me that shit
Yeah, that no jive

with the P Funk, F U N K
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
Why not?
Down the P Funk, F U N K, u stank
Down the P Funk, F U

with the P Funk, F U N K
(U stank)
Why
P Funk, F U N
(Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank)
with the P Funk, P U
(U stank, bitch)

Jump yo' ass in the tub, u
I smell ya, u
Oh, it's so funky u stank, beotch
Jump yo' ass in the tub, u

Now you got me talkin'
So just color me a nigga
Peanut bitin' on my
While I'm spillin' nigga

Nigga got a of babblin' broken English
So make an African nigga won't be distinguished
Perceivin' me to be somewhat a nigga?
Fuck an AK 47, a

Don't need a hooker on my jock shootin' drag
paid hoe, go rush some cash
You went to to still run in the street
Back in the day, you know a raw nigga me don't play

I'ma blue B L A C K nigga
my dick an' make it bigger
As I into the party, I grab my goatin' ass
You see him an' you love him, you go, hoe, hug him

around here with your lips curled, makin' me sick
Actin' like you got class, here Sheba Makeba
I naw, disagree
She was a the bitch, bitch, I bet I'll beat yo' ass

In a minute, I'm a
I'm a nigga, I give a motherfuck
Jam is biggerer,
You a nigga but I am
This is to be, it, baby

Hey, did you get that on tape?
Oh, my God, nigga is cold, dawg
You see my pockets stay full, yours stay
You say I Kunta Kinte
Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker that
Jet black, yeah, I do crack

You an' your bitch will get
I have no respect for a
slap her in her muh'fuckin' face
An' it disgrace this nigga
Oh, yes, oh, my God
Nigga, you got some shit