Luyện nghe bài hát Aunt Dot

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

What? She don't I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor with the twin-glizzies
I heard a at the door
To my I saw these 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 a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

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

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

"I'm on a now to do some harm to your friends
They where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, your cousin Shanice
Since I be with her, I need you to babysit her"

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

Damn, what went
Can't we all just get along and make hit
all up in my ass like a thong
If was a show, y'all hoes would get 'Gonged'

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

be actin' stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed me, on the monthly
Can't stand the 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 y'all

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

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

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

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

Diamonds on my toes,
Versace in designer clothes
Scoop Nique and Jus, then take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and 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, what? I like the green, know I mean?
Ever The Professional? Well, I can clean

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

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

"Hello?" Yo, what's the
Why these bitches out
I mean, this 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 want you to no more
And I guess that's why, they ain't friends no more
The other day, when I was comin' out the grocery

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

Then I her on a dead-end street
The two? 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,
like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she you stressed, no wearin' white, no sex

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

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 y'all

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