Luyện nghe bài hát Spaghetti Strapped

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

1]
Under the great gray sky
Still the same guy watching the dry
bloodshot snake eyes
My lady still hates me like you know she
Because the simple things in life don't get
But now I'm here a glass full of beer
Positioned in my chair to watch your ass from a
and horny, dirty old man
Weed junky leaving tips for the dope man
I'll impress her my jukebox selections
Spit a couple in exchange for affection
And if those legs work as good as they girl
You can walk up and the page in my book
Can you secret?
get your feet wet
Let me make up pet names for all your regrets
(Here let me buy you a as a token of my erection)
Hoping that open up and put down your weapons

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

2]
Spaghetti strapped, another lap around the
I had to suffer punching somebody's back
up with that?
Where's the
the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship
But got head rushed, can't stop
What's the big fuss it was a little hand job
So what if her friend took off her bra and socks and
It was like a
Why the witnesses positioned up in your business
Like invested in your best interests
Who I be with, and who I leave
Affects this vicarious that the weak live
Guess now the on me to charm you
Relieve you of your weapon, you
See if I can get you off this
We all wanna know if I can get you out your girl

3]
From the star-fuckers to the lovers
Passing judgment on
Everyone's got mother
of them will never heal
Sometimes you gotta step aside; you wanna see how the weather
You can't avoid them or fill a with 'em
If you're you'll enjoy trying to make him your boyfriend
I'm a pile of paper and ribbons the day after Christmas
(Naw, naw for real I will my clothes off right here girl)
Who to help me, I'm looking for a muse
This time around I'm to cook up the blues
make a little love, a little hate
A little give and take and give it to the kids can relate
And we don't even have a
It's the balance, the bits between your and my voice
So praise God that the ain't stopped
Let's head to my spot and take that wet off now