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
though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the

What? She know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy the twin-glizzies
I heard a knock at the
To my surprise I saw these two familiar

Who are Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my name, Kimberly
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 knapsack the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots with the mink goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski
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
so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my
me for money, day in, day out
And last but not least the grimiest one
She it all, come to find 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 like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my babies

Crazy baguettes in my and
H-class rocks inside my Baby G
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love hoes
But anything goes when it 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 Queen Bee
What, I like the green, know what I mean?
Ever seen The Professional? Well, I can

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

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

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

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

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

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

And when we up, get rid of your phone"
Whoo, when Aunt Dot comes, oh,
It's like five Bloody Mary's, one 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 story is to be

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

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