Luyện nghe bài hát Punk Bitch

Write me a little 'Save a speech
All these fake-ass hoes, fake bitches
Do you know what I mean,
Fuckin 'em up that, man
$hort Dogs in the house,

Shes a punk-ass bitch, hoe, and a slut
Took her to the motel just to
Last she licked all on my balls
got wet like Niagara-falls

Dropped my and the bitch said, Shit
Skinny mothafucka with a fat-ass
Its a T-P-treatment, tongue so fast
the tip of my head to the crack of my ass

She got so I called the crew
You know what to do
Hoes try to like they aint no tramps
Try to get the and she say you cant

Me and my we got that game
Check a square-ass bitch and her throw that thang
You wine and dine that freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on the

You never knew how she ran in the house
Jumped on the phone, started me out
She kept beepin so I made the
on the phone, jackin off

Sounded she was havin fun
Playin with her tongue
I said, Bitch, Im on my way
I give it to you, homeboy, play by

She had on polka with a miniskirt
Jumped in the car, went to work
I to bust two nuts, back to back
Never seen a bitch work head like

She had me out of my seat
her jaws to the beat
She was a dick sucker, I cant lie
so good I thought Id die

Bitch me up, blew me down
All the way to the Oakland-town
Baby singin, I love you
Tellin me she wanted to do

If I needed money, come to her
Anythin' I want is everythin Im
And you know what I said? I the bitch
I said, Bitch, Im

Fuck hoes, man
I trippin
Im Al
suckers

I know youre fine, but you got no cash
You need to get a job but you're
Quit tryin' to juice me up, I no punk
I put you in the rap some serious funk

I wouldnt buy you a car, no and shit
All the time talkin about your fake-ass
George bought you a ring, bought you a chain
Bitch, Im you an ounce of this game

You better take it and shut the up
Stop runnin your mouth like a
'Cause yous a punk bitch, it shows a away
Everythin you do and you say
Makes you a bitch, no good, no doubt
All I gotta do is a dick in your mouth

Wanna up the pussy, bitch, Ill pass
Youre too slim, I like your ass
came home, came up short
Found me in the back room, 'em both
Now Im the and the son-in-law
You call me Too $hort, they me too raw

I out one room into the next
Nothin goin on but serious sex
Some of these might think Im played
Bald-head bitch need some braids
that nappy-hair dont even hit

Whats cookin in the kitchen on the back of neck
Well, like you burned the and wanna front on me
You never fuck with $hort, baby
Im the O A K L A N D, I slap you in the face with reality

These punk-ass out here are sick
Have ya round with a drippy dick
So beautiful young thang, to get that cock was just like a dream
But now three days later ask Moe
You feel the burnin sensation down

Youre the true blue victim of a bitch
she was a square and she gave you the shit
So for all you hoes live like this
All the homies in the house say, Punk-ass