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 Crew
Let's say her was Suzy Skrew, cause she screwed a lot
Making a nigga hit that chonk, at spots
Not no parks, backseats or things of nature
Had to hate ya player, I'm dicking the ho down said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Vader, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, 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 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, as fuck, I wanted to sex the ho up
She said, "Let's hit the lot so I can sick your 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 then everything was kosher
I gave her a Will CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

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, game in the of story rap now
It's like now, it's like that now

Now Suzy Skrew had a partner named Sasha,
I remember her like the summer
When her and Suzy they threw a slumber
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the
Three in the morning yawning dancing under street
We chilling like a and a nigga feeling right
In the middle of the on the curb, but in spite
All of the bullshit we on our back staring at the above (aww man)
Talking bout we gonna be when we grow up
I said you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I back home
To lil' Sasha 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 later she got found in the back of a school
With a in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It's that 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, like that now