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 truth is you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping spree you, you, you, you.)

Hoes and
and sluts
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for this eight demon
And when you me screamin
Im about to the semen
Wipe myself on your cover
If she talks any I flash my box cutter
Cuz Im
Than any youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, a rifle
Kill that
Cuz if baby gets
Im lacing the
With piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit Lincoln
Eatin a bun
Spot the block
one thats gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the girls tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger drive thru
I take em two at a
Make em say my name
Aint had three
But best believe that Im
And thats the game
Girl I fit words like
The inner city
With the thick herds of
Crusin Lake
Gene Pool ridin
Got the trickies
the Mississippi to Boston
I got a house full of
To the vibe warm
The doors always open
Come the storm
Yo, I got daddys girls
Ones that always true
Got an girl
She dyes the pubic blue
And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood
townhouse flavor
She on business
Im gettin with the neighbors
I gotta freak the bus
Shows me love the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from east
a Bloomington bitch
With a at her apartment
Rug burns all
From fuckin her on the
Got the mega hoes
Make em all work the food
Hit me off with a chicken taco
And a couple of
bitches
Bodies, and fake tities
And a hoe lives in Fargo
For when I escape the

But my one
Out of all of em is girl
I sway the
Never have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job she loves
Yo whos are these?
The is always: Slugs.

The Richfield
Freak the lip-gloss and
Downtown
That like to fuck on the
Northside
Southside
Suburban
Love to married 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 buffet
With all these morsels

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

Crusin the street
In my babys Caprice
got the windows cracked
Wearin a
Hit the bus
Yo boo, you cute
me nine and a half weeks
Ill have that sniffin too
cum
Across the fruited plain
I know its hard bein girl
Let me soothe the
I understand you
up I understand
Now lift up ass
So I can pull these pants down
Now the I dont do
Are those under
Or at least I keep shit a secret
If you what I mean
I got sluts love to give head
And I to watch
The way they move tongue
Up and my

Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here some bullshit like this!

Its just a song man, its just a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its a joke man.

Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? Well you better your way over to that neglected girl you got there.

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

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

But my one
Out of all of em is your
I sway the
once have I been forceful
She it on
Like its a job that she
Yo whos is these?
The response is Slugs.

Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.

Black pantyhose, lace
through the holes, fishnets
Black pantyhose, pink
though the hole

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