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 Suzy Skrew, cause she a lot
a nigga hit that chonk, at legitimate spots
Not no parks, backseats or of that nature
Had to hate ya player, I'm dicking the ho down said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the 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 on eggs in a Beamer 840
It's foggy, I went to the to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven it's gonna cost me
But I still cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, a real tight skirt
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 really to cut you but this'll do
I gotta up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too"
She said she understood everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil' CD, and a fuckin poster, it's 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, in the form of story rap now
It's like now, it's like that now

Now Skrew had a partner named Sasha, Thumper
I remember her number like the
When her and Suzy yeah they a slumber
Party but you can not call it cause it was slummer
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 of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
All of the we on our back staring at the stars above (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 died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came home
To lil' Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga 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 later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, 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, cats off in my now
We just, shoot, in the form of story rap now
It's that now, it's like that now