Luyện nghe bài hát Decatur Psalm

I call the crib, they say "Breeze you know?"
I say "What?" "Big got popped in his Benzo!"
I said "Damn man, I'm in his Lexus"
I'm 'bout to dump this nigga's shit in New
Get to the crib so I can Big Slate up
And tell the money man has slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the
I heard somebody about it at the White House
Man I thought you that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that Clampett wanted some too

You tell his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that
I'm to dip and see my sister up in, nah!
Can't even tell you I put my extra playa card
'Cause them Red Dog police we homeboys
Just tell everybody who owe us a
It's the great hoe round up yo' time
I got to mine, then I'm outta here
Take a loss, back up just like Coco Grier
Ain't got to bout yo' partner gettin' caught like a lame
It won't be over 'til big girl from Decatur sang"

It be over till that big girl from Decatur sang
Pointe police don't know a damn thang

Yeah, it won't be over, check out
Can you see what I be
Talkin' to spirits I sleep
Peep this out quick, slick
We on this beat and speak
that pimp shit, that walk with that limp shit
That hemp
Lookin' up in face
I see a and a dim wit
Lookin' to run up in my home
Just like you was the

Servin' a warrant to a daddy
Who do they come to
On a Tuesday, Fool's Day
get caught slippin'
Leavin' the keys off in the
Makin' me guilty by
Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-six
Buyin' Fleetwood, Diamond took it
So know in the mix
I to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off

'Cause them niggas at the corner
Been lookin' at me for too
There've like accidents on highways
days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but I know it has to
So I put two in the sky to let them I'm babysittin'
don't know nothin' about Big Boi
'Cause that steady dippin'
It over, why that, why that
Till the bitch open her up and sang, yeah

Took me a long to get here
time man
I'm about years and years
past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers
If you educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna
How you to get paid?
Niggas walk around, get with tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my drag

and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin' Lily, to dad
to get my goodie feel
I'm broke in like old men
stop them or would stop
I'm droppin' for the big plot
Sixteen is I started to dream
ninety-six I'm in your face
Can you hear bitch screaming?

It won't be over that big girl from Decatur sang