Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy the paint dry
With bloodshot snake
My lady still hates me like you she should
the simple things in life don't get overlooked
But now I'm here with a full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch ass from a mirror
Hungover and horny, old man
Weed junky drunk leaving tips for the man
I'll impress her with my jukebox
a couple words in exchange for affection
And if those work as good as they look girl
You can up and down the page in my book
Can you spell
Come get your wet
Let me make up pet for all your little regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping 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, another lap the track
I had to suffer punching onto somebody's
What's up that?
the independence?
Find the dotted line between acquainted with and
But damn got rushed, can't stop
the big fuss it was just a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was a massage-a-trois
Why the witnesses always positioned up in your
Like they're in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious that the weak live
Guess now the pressure's on me to you
you of your 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 to the hard lovers
judgment on none
Everyone's got scars
of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you see how the weather feels
You can't them or fill a void with 'em
If you're nuts you'll trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm like a pile of paper and the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I take my clothes off right here girl)
Who wants to help me, I'm looking for a
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
Let's a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and it to the kids that can relate
And we even have a choice
the balance, the bits between your ears and my voice
So God that the rain ain't stopped
head to my spot and take that wet tank-top off now