Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art of Storytellin'

Somebody hit me the other day, for a
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she a lot
Making a hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
Not no parks, backseats or things of that
Had to ya player, I'm dicking the ho down never said I paid her
Straight laid her, the bitch like Darth Vader, made her
From Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on in a Beamer 840
It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she me
My baby mamma beeped seven it's gonna cost me
But I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to
I caught her in the mall, wearing a real skirt
She was, fine as fuck, I to sex the ho up
She said, "Let's hit the lot so I can sick your duck"
I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my mamma beeped me too"
She she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

It's like that now, you better go on and get, the hump, up out your now
It's about four, or five, off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, in the form of story rap now
It's that now, it's like that now

Now Suzy Skrew had a named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
When her and Suzy yeah they a slumber
Party but you can not call it that cause it was
Well it was like spend the night
Three in the yawning dancing under street lights
We chilling like a villain and a feeling right
In the of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
All of the bullshit we on our back staring at the above (aww man)
Talking bout what we be when we grow up
I said you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, looked in her eyes
I died, time went on, I got grown
got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
To lil' Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga be treating her wrong
I kept on my song and hoping at a show
I would one day see her standing in the front row
But two weeks she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha

It's like that now, you go on and get, the hump, up out your back now
It's about four, or five, off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, in the form of story rap now
like that now, it's like that now