Luyện nghe bài hát Aunt Dot

My Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
me clean the shit up, then she hit the streets
Even I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, with the silencer

What? She don't know I like my guns
my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a at the door
To my I saw these two familiar eyes

Who are Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She me by my government name, Kimberly
Who sent you? My mom me, her name is Dottie
She a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was my Minski suit
Then she me the note, here, read this

I just stared her up and
'Cause I couldn't believe it, I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some to your friends
They know where you live, so evacuate the
And oh, the little girl, your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her
And is her first violin recital
And she be more than happy if you could take her
Peace, my number's on the of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what wrong?
Can't we all just get along and make hit
Bitches all up in my ass like a
If this was a show, y'all hoes would get

'Cause if it's on, it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you for? C'mon, let's get it on
What? What's takin' you so long? I got for the future
To back your head like Medusa

Girls be stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the
Can't the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin'

Girls be stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches like me, on the monthly
stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin'

Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole together
How Laverne, she always to be like me
And dress like me and look me

And Nicole, like she lived in my house
me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one
She planned it all, come to out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along
C'mon please, I wanna be just you
600 Mercedes and in my doll babies

Crazy in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I love them hoes
But anything goes when it to bankrolls

on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace in designer clothes
Lil' Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they then kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my call me Miss Little Queen Bee
What, what? I like the green, what I mean?
seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know I like you, little big person
Rule number one, no
Anyway, what you know that?
You too for that, when I was your age

I got hung for that
Then I picked up the phone to my Aunt Dot
So she could me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, what's the
Why bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya did to Nancy

They don't want you to win no
Soul Train, they don't you to attend no more
And I guess why, they ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was out the grocery store

I saw the Nicole in front of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, tied up her hands and
her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a dead-end
The two? Yeah, they still linger
But don't you lift a finger, get 'em
So just I come home

And when we up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one after
Hmmph, she you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what happens
'Cause other two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the is to be continued

Girls be actin' stink, mad
Y'all bitches like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the then pop a 'Humphrey'
I it hurts, I'm killin' y'all

Girls be actin' stink, mad
Y'all bitches bleed me, on the monthly
Can't stand the then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin'