Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

Little boys and girls,
A man can get caught up in (Right)
like a gridlock (Right)
He gots ta it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
over his whole body, he needs her (Speak on it)
He can't live her (Ugh!), dig this

Her name was Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he caught his sexin with his cousin Stefan
He told his wife to get to on
before I start loose on your skanless ass with the weap-on
Then he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to in your drawers
and all of because his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
And oh naw, the seat uhh, she tried to straight Lorraine Lee Bobbit me
I up out of a dream, she was on top of me
Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a
I grabbed my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I her
Months he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
Lips chapped, pale, body skinny and frail
Tales of a married man life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin and such just to keep in touch
with himself, his wife for half 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 greatest the man ever felt
Now he's high, pull on the bridge ???
to die, he took his last swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he climbed on the rail he yelled
"God all my life I failed" as he and fell, oh girl

Why'd you have to do me way?
I you til this day
Even stinks to think the one we used to stay
Girl, you have to leave for so long?
I'll give you up
seemed to act touchable, that was the start

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She was a ass bitch, the greatest of all time
She took my and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to her
I up, put on my bullet proof vestin
my Smith & Wessin off the dresser
then I, hop up in a up rag Tre
When I, cross your path you're a bad day
Cos I, make the automatic mag
Gimme the cash, she taught me to get mine the way
I creep on ballers they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of
that I'm sippin by the picture, to ditch ya
but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be for richer
or poorer, through and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle myself
But I her so much I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, my crutches
She a young nigga how to check grip
Connectin me with the licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to
And she's the reason half of the homies are restin in
Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some metal (some metal)
Just for comin around my girl (who?), the (my girl)

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

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