Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

Hey
What you like?
I have you get up, and go to that bathroom
Like five or six times in the twenty minutes
What the hell's on?

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a glass of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk tips for the dope man
impress her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs work as good as look girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all little regrets
(Here let me buy you a drink as a of my erection)
Hoping that you'll open up and put down weapons

Up, up, girl let your down, put your strap down
Up, up, girl put your down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to punching onto somebody's back
What's up with
Where's the
Find the dotted line between acquainted and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big it was just a little hand job
So if her friend took off her bra and socks and drawers
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
now the pressure's on me to charm you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna know if I can get you out your clothes

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing on none
got scars mother
Some of them will never
Sometimes you gotta aside; you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids that can
And we even have a choice
It's the balance, the bits your ears and my voice
So praise God the rain ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now