Luyện nghe bài hát Bowtie

you cut up
Girl you you cut up

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why they call me the mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Nasty Knightingale
Fresh in that
with no suspenders
My torpedo, you
Need to (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, the squeeze or release the keys
To the on her wrist, she can tackle some of this
on smack on some of this dick tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your
You took her to the club and now her is full of liquor
Off Butterscotch Schnapps and Bailey's Irish Cream
She's a in distress impressed with stylish things
Whatcha (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
In the parking lot we primp, crooked booty to the where I's

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why they call me the mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

Oh, lord! How can it be so
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on physique
You unique, you best I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and to get that cat!
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with of that
On your back, a cheerleader missing the final stack!
As we strut skip the line through the window glance
We look fine, right on
As we step in the the nursery's crunk we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the
While the gator's creeping, crawling oh so wicked across that
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to you what you need
Throw your hands up if you me! Throw your hands up if you feel me!
Cause we well designed, the finest wine
good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the in line, because they can't deny
So raise hands to the sky cause we super fly

Crocodile on my
Fox fur on my
Bowtie my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta
In the Cadillac! Yeah!

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
That's why they call me the mack
In the Cadillac! Yeah!