Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art Of Storytellin' (part 4)

Somebody hit me the day, for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Crew
say her name was Suzy Skrew, cause she screwed a lot
Making a nigga hit chonk, at legitimate 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 like Darth Vader, made her
College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, was shorty
as a snake on eggs in a Beamer 840
It's foggy, I went to the crib to her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o'clock gonna cost me
But I still wanna cut her though, she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearing a real tight
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 wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby beeped me too"
She said she understood then everything was
I gave her a Lil' CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

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

Now Suzy Skrew had a partner named Sasha,
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 like spend the night
Three in the morning yawning dancing street lights
We chilling like a villain and a feeling right
In the middle of the on the curb, but in spite
All of the bullshit we on our back staring at the stars (aww man)
Talking bout what we gonna be when we up
I said what you 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, mind got blown, I came home
To find lil' was gone
Her mamma she with a nigga that be treating her wrong
I kept on my song and hoping at a show
That I 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 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 that now, it's like that now