Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlocking

Yo, who
Yo, this
Yo, whattup

Yo, whassup
This is the Ill
Oh, G?
Y'know, yo

We in the studio yo

Yo, we got a

Yo, is she
Yeah, live
Sup wit
She's just, real nice to
Sometimes I to knock off

how she be swingin'?
Oh yeah, swingin' like that y'know it's on
Oh,
I called a couple other heads and shit

Aight, who else, who else, who widdit?
I mean she like that?
Yeah, you

Ain't no
The Reservoir Dog squad n shit
We gon' be deep, oh aight, word
So come on down, on yo

Aiyyo it's it's it's us?
Yeah, it's us
Oh damn, whassup with more jawns?
Oh yes, just her and some weed y'know sayin'?

Fuck other shit
Fuck it, aight, bet, the?
Y'know, whassup for real, for
Word, yo so through

Aight what yo?
Umm
now?
Yeah, through no

I the voyeur, peer, as she her, ritual
Paying sexual ties for few and
Words of admiration, translation sucker ass, of trash
Spewing first one's unskilled lips
beg for pussy tricks that make his dick go quickly limp

She pimps her as Second One demands
Entrance through the door
"Bend over bitch, you know this is what you born for
To dig soft and lotion knees into the floor
And take it in, that sweetly ass like a real pro whore"

Her subsequent screams to praise
messages of pleasure and pain to his fuck tainted brain
But her screams masked laughs at his ass
As he quicker comes, then third and one just as dumb
themselves to join in

Third One wants to hit the old fashioned style
While Fourth One says, "Don't she got some
Make a nigga joint just swell, to I wanna sink my inches
Into that bitch's, mouth"
So one goes North, the other

To places where in house spirits
Will later wash away all traces, of their ill words
And complacent faces and then, like their minutemen,
Lude, sexual endeavors, end up rough

'Cause one of them could keep that weak shit up
Corrupt, fifth one to her
Hip hop clothed to
he gonna impress her

"Hey Slim, I heard you was a sit on up
Top this thing, dick, and work it like a winner"
With the he got his pseudo-thickness all up in her
But suddenly he, mid thrust

Seems she nameless to
Got his stuff in a death clutch
He fast falls from the force of her tight pussy
like the rest of that sorry ass bunch

Now, here Six, ready to add
His shit to the mix
Talkin' at that saying, "Girl, I'ma wax that ass
And stick that so hard, you gonna be calling me God"

So he proceeds to and prod
clumsy finger and wack sex slinger
"Condoms me last longer", wrong, 'cause her
Motions of snatch, detached from the situation
his pre, pre, pre-ejaculation

It she just wastin' good pussy and time
On like number Seven, who ain't learned their lesson
He wants to enter the divine
By a kind of semi-sweet line

"Your honey hole so fine and mile deep, I'm gonna
Into you like an ocean do you right and make your spin"
So he in and then, he drowned
Got lost and found in her Tart

to the waves, made him cum for days
Eighth and last One arise
her with familiar lies
Even more familiar still, 'cause him, she to love
But he never could see above, her mound

A pound of flesh is all she was, no name no face or voice
So poised, she rises from the flame
Finally bored with feeble fuck games
She reaches behind her and takes straight aim
At eight shriveled up cocks with a fully Glock
Parts lips, not expressly made for dicks

And then, she speaks, Your shrieks of horror bring me
I must admit the thought that I could shred tips
With eight quick excites me, see y'all fuck with the pussy
But I fuck with your minds, of soul and respect is the crime
This was a set up, now tell me what, my name?