Luyện nghe bài hát Aunt Dot

My Dot left a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the up, then she hit the streets
Even though I'm her niece, she 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 surprise I saw these two eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, remember me?
She called me by my government name,
Who sent you? My mom me, her name is Dottie
She packed a note in my knapsack along a shottie

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

I stared her up and down
'Cause I couldn't it, then 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 harm to your
know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, your cousin Shanice
Since I can't be with her, I need you to her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, her idol
And tomorrow is her first recital
And she would be more happy if you could take her
Peace, my on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, what went
we all just get along and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass a thong
If this was a show, y'all hoes get 'Gonged'

if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' for? C'mon, get it on
What? What's takin' you so I got plans for the future
To bring back head like Medusa

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

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

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

And Nicole, it's 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 find out her name is

Shanice, I'm takin' you to my house in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be and we'll get along fine
C'mon please, I wanna be like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll

baguettes in my barrettes and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G
Fuck Barney and chops, I don't love them hoes
But anything goes it comes 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 cheese 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 friends call me Little Queen Bee
What, I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever The Professional? Well, I can clean

You know what? I like you, little big
number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know about
You too young for that, I was your age

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

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

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

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

Then I dumped her on a street
The other Yeah, they still linger
But don't you a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I home

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

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

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

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