Luyện nghe bài hát Bowtie

you cut up
Girl you you cut up

on my feet
Fox fur on my
Bowtie 'round my
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!

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

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

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

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

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

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