Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art of Storytellin'

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

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

Now Suzy Skrew had a named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber
Party but you can not it that cause it was slummer
it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawning dancing under street
We chilling like a and a nigga feeling right
In the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in
All of the we on our back staring at the stars above (aww man)
Talking bout what we gonna be we grow up
I said you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, then in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got
Rhyme got strong, got blown, I came back home
To find lil' was gone
Her said she with a nigga that be treating her wrong
I on singing my song and hoping at a show
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 that now, you go on and get, the hump, up out your back now
about four, or five, cats off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, in the form of story rap now
It's like now, it's like that now