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, 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 down never said I her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch 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
It's foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she me
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna me
But I still wanna cut her though, she had to work
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 lot so I can sick your duck"
I said, "Cool, I really to cut you but this'll do
I pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she understood everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a poster, it's like that now

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

Now Suzy had a partner named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her like the summer
When her and Suzy yeah they threw a
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 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 stars (aww man)
bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I what you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came home
To find lil' was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treating her
I kept on singing my and hoping at a show
That I would one day see her standing in the row
But two weeks later she got found in the of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha

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