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

Somebody hit me the other day, for a
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon
Let's say her was Suzy Skrew, cause she screwed a lot
Making a 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 said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Vader, her
From Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a on eggs in a Beamer 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 wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she understood then was kosher
I gave her a Lil' CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

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

Now Suzy Skrew had a named Sasha, Thumper
I her number like the summer
When her and Suzy yeah they threw a
Party but you can not call it cause it was slummer
it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawning dancing under lights
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 at the stars above (aww man)
Talking what we gonna be when we grow up
I said you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, then in her eyes
I died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back
To find lil' Sasha was
Her said she with a nigga that be treating her wrong
I kept on singing my and hoping at a show
I would one day see her standing in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a
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 back now
It's four, or five, cats off in my 'Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the of story rap now
like that now, it's like that now