Luyện nghe bài hát Da Art Of Storytellin' (remix)

Somebody hit me the other day, for a
Was it the that fucked the Goodie, and the Dungeon Crew
Let's say her name was 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, the bitch like Darth Vader, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, was shorty
Safe as a snake on in a Beamer 840
It's foggy, I to the crib to call her but she lost me
My mamma beeped seven o'clock it's gonna cost me
But I wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearing a tight 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 to cut you but this'll do
I gotta pick up my plus my baby mamma beeped me too"
She she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' CD, and a fuckin poster, it's like that now

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

Now Skrew had a partner named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
When her and yeah they threw a slumber
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the
in the morning yawning dancing under street lights
We like a villain and a nigga 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)
Talking bout what we gonna be when we up
I said you wanna be, she said, "Alive"
It made me think for a minute, then in her eyes
I coulda died, went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, got blown, I came back home
To find Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a that be treating her wrong
I kept on singing my song and hoping at a
That I would one day see her 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 that 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 form of rap now
It's that now, it's like that now