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 was Suzy Skrew, cause she screwed a lot
a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
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 Park and Fayette, all the way to Decatur
Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a 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, she had to work
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 parking lot so I can sick duck"
I said, "Cool, I wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster, it's that now

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

Now Suzy Skrew had a partner Sasha, Thumper
I her number like the summer
When her and Suzy yeah threw a slumber
Party but you can not call it cause it was slummer
it was more like spend the night
Three in the yawning dancing under street lights
We chilling like a villain and a nigga feeling
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 for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I back home
To find lil' Sasha was
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be her wrong
I kept on my song and hoping at a show
That I would one day see her standing in the row
But two weeks later she got 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
It's like that now, it's like now