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

Hoes and
Fucks and
Bitches,
and butts

Bitches be screamin for eight inch demon
And you hear me screamin
Im about to the semen
myself on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I my box cutter
Cuz Im
any pimp youve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a
that bullshit
Cuz if baby spiteful
Im the liquor
some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a brown Lincoln
Eatin a bun
check the block
Pick one gonna gimme some
Cuz Im a
I like the with tattoos
Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King thru
I take em two at a
Make em say my name
Aint had three
But believe that Im game
And the key: game
Girl I fit words Scrabble
The inner cowboy
With the herds of cattle
Lake street
Gene Pool ridin
Got the flyest
From the Mississippi to
I got a full of porn
To keep the vibe
The always open honey
Come outta the
Yo, I got daddys little
Ones always stay true
Got an Uptown
She dyes the pubic blue
And I bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich townhouse
She travels on
Im down with the neighbors
I freak drives the bus
Shows me with the free rides
A hundred hoes in St.
But only one from east
Gotta a bitch
With a pool at her
Rug all over
From her on the carpet
Got the mall hoes
Make em all work the food
Hit me off a chicken soft taco
And a of Newports
Stripper
Bodies, jewels and tities
And a hoe that lives in
For when I escape the

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

The bitches
Freak the and hairspray
Downtown
like to fuck on the staircase
Northside
Southside
Suburban
to open married women
Up to the
Disturbin your
Excuse my
I work it the way I trick em out
mortals
The I kick
The I play
what to say
When Im sittin at buffet
all these 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 is these?
The response is Slugs.

Crusin the street
In my moms 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 rotten fruited
I know its hard bein girl
Let me the pain
I understand you
up I understand
Now up your ass
So I can pull these fuckin down
Now the ones I do
Are those under
Or at least I that shit a secret
If you know I mean
I got sluts that love to give
And I to watch
The way they move their
Up and my

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

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

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

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

Yeah, thats what the Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about 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 lips is these?
The response is Slugs.

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

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

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