Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still hates me you know she should
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
Spit a couple 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 secret?
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet names for all your little
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
that you'll open up and put down your weapons

Up, up, girl let your strap down, put your strap
Up, up, girl put your down

2]
Spaghetti strapped, lap around the track
I had to punching onto somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But damn got head rushed, stop
What's the big fuss it was just a hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're invested in best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this life that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off barstool
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

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