Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great wide sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still me like you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm here with a glass full of
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed drunk leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a words in exchange for affection
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me up pet names for all your 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 strap down, put your strap
Up, up, put your strap down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
What's up with
the independence?
Find the line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, can't
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 positioned up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out clothes girl

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