Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlocking

Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, man?

Yo, whassup
This is the Ill
Oh, G?
Y'know, yo

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, she's
Sup wit
She's just, nice to talk
I used to knock off

Word how she be
Oh yeah, she's swingin' like that it's on
Oh,
I called a couple other heads and shit

Aight, who else, who else, who else
I mean she like that?
Yeah, you

no bullshit?
The whole Dog squad n shit
We be eight deep, oh aight, word
So come on down, on yo

Aiyyo it's it's just us?
Yeah, just us
Oh damn, with some more jawns?
Oh yes, just her and some weed y'know sayin'?

Fuck some shit
Fuck it, aight, bet, what
Y'know, whassup for real, for
Word, yo so come

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, through no

I the voyeur, peer, as she her, ritual
sexual ties for few and untrue
Words of admiration, translation sucker ass, of trash
Spewing from one's unskilled lips
That beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go limp

She pimps her innocence as Second One
Entrance through the back
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you born for
To dig those and lotion knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly ass like a real pro whore"

Her screams seemed to praise
messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked laughs at his ass
As he quicker comes, then and fourth one just as dumb
Invite themselves to in

Third One wants to hit the old fashioned style
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got some
Make a nigga joint just swell, to I wanna sink my inches
Into that bitch's, mouth"
So one North, the other South

To sanctified places where in spirits
Will later wash away all traces, of ill spoken words
And faces and then, like their minutemen, predecessors
Lude, aggrandized endeavors, end up rough

'Cause neither one of them could that weak shit up
Corrupt, one steps to her
Hip hop just to
Think he impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a sit on up
Top this thing, dick, and work it like a winner"
With the quickness he got his all up in her
But he, stops mid thrust

she nameless to 'cuz
Got his stuff in a death cunt
He fast falls the force of her tight pussy punch
Just the rest of that sorry ass bunch

Now, here comes Six, to add
His shit to the mix
Talkin' smack at saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass
And stick slit so hard, you gonna be calling me God"

So he proceeds to and prod
clumsy finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, however detached the situation
his pre, pre, pre-ejaculation

It seems she just wastin' good pussy and
On like number Seven, who ain't learned their lesson
He to enter the flesh divine
By dropping a of semi-sweet line

"Your hole so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
Into you an ocean do you right and make your head spin"
So he jumped in and then, he
Got lost and in her Tart Canal

Slave to the waves, made him cum for
Eighth and One turn arise
Plys her with lies
Even more familiar still, him, she used to love
But he could quite see above, her mound

A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or even
So poised, she rises Phoenix from the
Finally bored with their fuck games
She reaches behind her and takes straight aim
At shriveled up cocks with a fully loaded Glock
Parts lips, not expressly for milding dicks

And then, she speaks, Your shrieks of horror me bliss
I admit the thought that I could shred your tips
With eight quick flips excites me, see y'all fuck the pussy
But I fuck your minds, lack of soul and respect is the crime
was a set up, now tell me what, what's my name?