Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

Little and girls, listen
A man can get caught up in (Right)
like a gridlock (Right)
He ta have it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)
He live without her (Ugh!), dig this

Her name was Lady Heroin, I he met her at a Chevron
Late stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
He told his to get to step on
before I start loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on
Then since he's learnt, in a three year marriage
Arguin, with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in drawers
and all of this his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee me
I up out of a dream, she was on top of me
that's how it gotta be, holdin a dagger
I my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
Months after he got out of jail, hooked on girl
Lips chapped, face pale, body skinny and
of a married man whose life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and such to keep in touch
with himself, his wife suin for of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his
His cards was dealt, on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the thing the man ever felt
Now he's high, pull over on the ???
Ready to die, he took his last swig of
A hell, he climbed on the rail then he yelled
"God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh

Why'd you have to do me way?
I you til this day
Even stinks to think you're the one we to stay
Girl, why'd you to leave for so long?
never give you up
Never seemed to act touchable, was the start

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She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all
She took my and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, pressure to impress her
I up, put on my bullet proof vestin
grab my & Wessin off the dresser
I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
When I, cross your you're havin a bad day
Cos I, make the automatic mag
the cash, she taught me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and Range Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is doses of liquor
that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ya
but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for
or poorer, through and health
Eyewitness, if I shake mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to check
Connectin me with the licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no I'm destined to hurt
And the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get by some metal (some metal)
for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

I'm curbside, and my girl graciously
Never no worries, and if kick, we skeet and scurry
I'm posted up my squillion
My mind set - I don't stop til I get a
But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas double
Legit, ain't my problem cos I bubble
I always wonder why friends back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but dope
the area before I made moves, losin gains
was the in this so-called game but hey
Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack
Dope mommas and nasty hoes, peep
I'm walkin around the spot a bundle in my mouth
Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic
I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a
Spit the in my palm, and tried to keep calm
My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm off crack
and damn, it really feel bad
Started thinkin, use to be a rich man high
I high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
Went home and did my thang, snatched a two bundle for keeps
The shit was so good I was for two weeks
Luckily, I back, but I stopped sellin cream
Now is like one big dream, oh girl

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