Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlocking

Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, man?

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

We down in the yo

Yo, we got a

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck other shit
Fuck it, aight, bet, the?
Y'know, for real, for real
Word, yo so through

Aight time yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, through no

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

She her innocence as Second One demands
Entrance through the door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is you were born for
To dig those soft and knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly spread ass a real pro whore"

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

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

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

'Cause neither one of them could keep weak shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop clothed to
Think he impress her

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

Seems she to 'cuz
Got his stuff in a death clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy
Just like the rest of that sorry ass

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

So he to poke and prod
With finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
of snatch, however detached from the situation
'Cause his pre, pre,

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

"Your honey so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna leap
Into you like an ocean do you right and your head spin"
So he in and then, he drowned
Got lost and found in her Tart

Slave to the waves, him cum for days
Eighth and last One arise
Plys her familiar lies
Even more familiar still, 'cause him, she to love
But he never could see above, her mound

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

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