Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art of Storytellin'

Somebody hit me the day, for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
Let's say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she a lot
Making a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate
Not no parks, or things of that nature
Had to hate ya player, I'm dicking the ho never said I paid her
laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, made her
From College and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a on eggs in a Beamer 840
foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma seven o'clock 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 tight
She was, fine as fuck, I to sex the ho up
She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can sick duck"
I said, "Cool, I really wanted to cut you but do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby beeped me too"
She said she understood then everything was
I gave her a Will CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

It's like now, you better 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, game in the form of rap now
like that now, it's like that now

Now Suzy Skrew had a named Sasha, Thumper
I her number like the summer
When her and Suzy yeah they threw a
Party but you can not call it that it was slummer
Well it was more like the night
Three in the morning yawning dancing under lights
We chilling like a villain and a nigga right
In the of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
All of the we on our back staring at the stars above (aww man)
Talking bout what we gonna be when we up
I said what you be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got
Rhyme got strong, got blown, I came back home
To find Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she a nigga that be treating her wrong
I kept on singing my song and hoping at a
I would one day see her standing in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a
With a in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's like now, you better 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
It's like that now, it's like now