Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the wide gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my to watch your ass from a mirror
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll her with my jukebox selections
Spit a couple words in for affection
And if those legs work as good as they girl
You can walk up and down the in my book
Can you spell
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)
Hoping that you'll open up and put your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching onto back
What's up 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 a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always up in your business
Like they're invested in your interests
Who I be with, and who I with
Affects vicarious life that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
Relieve you of weapon, disarm you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna if I can get you out your clothes girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the hard
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got mother
Some of them will heal
Sometimes you gotta step you wanna see how the weather feels
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're nuts you'll enjoy trying to make him your
I'm like a pile of paper and ribbons the day after
(Naw, naw for I will take my clothes off right here girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This around I'm trying to cook up the blues
Let's make a little love, a little
A little and take and give it to the kids that can relate
And we don't even a choice
It's the balance, the bits between your ears and my
So God that the rain ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take wet tank-top off now