Luyện nghe bài hát Aunt Dot

My Aunt Dot left a glock and 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, nickel-plated the silencer

What? She don't I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Troy with the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the
To my surprise I saw two familiar eyes

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

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

I just her up and down
'Cause I believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
Your so-called friends, put a bomb in Benz"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace hottie in designer
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, then 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
'em spend, they cheese 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 friends call me Miss Little Bee
What, what? I like the green, what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can

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

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

"Hello?" Yo, the deal?
Why these buggin' out
I mean, what's this all
"See it's sorta what Tonya Harding did to Nancy

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

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

Then I her on a dead-end street
The other two? Yeah, they linger
But you lift a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just pray I come

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

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

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

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