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 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 of that nature
Had to ya player, I'm dicking the ho down never said 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 sharp and sporty, that was
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 wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I her in the mall, wearing a real tight skirt
She was, as fuck, I wanted to sex the ho up
She said, "Let's hit the parking lot so I can your duck"
I said, "Cool, I wanted to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my mamma beeped me too"
She said she then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' Will CD, and a fuckin poster, like that now

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

Now Suzy Skrew had a named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber
Party but you can not call it that cause it was
Well it was more like the night
Three in the morning yawning under street 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 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, mind got blown, I came back
To find Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be her wrong
I on singing my song and hoping at a show
That I would one day see her in the front row
But two later she got found in the back of a school
a needle 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, it's like now