Luyện nghe bài hát Stick Up

(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the 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 for this eight inch demon
And you hear me screamin
Im to free the semen
Wipe myself on your couch
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill bullshit
Cuz if gets spiteful
Im lacing the
With piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one thats gonna gimme
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I got busy in a Burger King drive thru
I take em two at a
em both say my name
Aint had three
But believe that Im game
And thats the game
I fit words like Scrabble
The city cowboy
the thick herds of cattle
Crusin street
Pool ridin shotgun
Got the trickies
From the to Boston
I got a house full of
To keep the warm
The always open honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got little girls
Ones that stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic hair
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
Rich flavor
She travels on
Im gettin down the neighbors
I gotta drives the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hoes in St. Paul
But one from east side
a Bloomington bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug all over
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega hoes
Make em all the food court
Hit me off with a chicken taco
And a couple of
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and fake
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For when I the city

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
Never once I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo lips are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The bitches
Freak the and hairspray
women
That like to fuck on the
Northside
Southside
chicks
Love to open women
Up to the
your relationship
Excuse my
I work it with the way I em out
Silly
The I kick
The sport I
Know to say
When Im sittin at this
With all tasty morsels

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

down the street
In my babys Caprice
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you kinda
Give me nine and a half
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I know its hard bein young
Let me the pain
I understand you
Straight up I
Now up your ass
So I can these fuckin pants down
Now the ones I do
Are those eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a
If you know what I
I got sluts that to give head
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I believe youre sittin 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 to that neglected girl you got there.

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

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

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I the tongue
Never once I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
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, the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

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

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