Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art of Storytellin'

Somebody hit me the other day, for a
Was it the that fucked 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 spots
Not no parks, or things of that nature
Had to hate ya player, I'm dicking the ho down never I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Vader, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to
Like Jada, her wig was and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a on eggs in a Beamer 840
It's foggy, I to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna me
But I still cut her though, maybe she had to work
I her in the mall, wearing a real tight 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 wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she understood everything was kosher
I gave her a Will CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like 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 that now, it's like that now

Now Skrew had a partner named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
When her and Suzy yeah threw a slumber
Party but you can not call it that cause it was
Well it was more like the night
Three in the yawning dancing under street lights
We chilling a villain and a nigga 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 gonna be when we up
I what 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
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 and hoping at a show
That I would one day see her standing in the row
But two weeks she got found in the back of a school
With a in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's like that now, you better go on and get, the hump, up out 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 that now, like that now