Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

Little boys and girls,
A man can get caught up in (Right)
It's a gridlock (Right)
He gots ta it (ugh ugh), his girl got his mind (ugh ugh)
Took over his body, he needs her (Speak on it)
He can't live without her (Ugh!), dig

Her name was Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his Stefan
He told his to get to step on
before I start lettin on your skanless ass with the weap-on
Then since he's learnt, in a three year marriage
Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to in your drawers
and all of this his wife tried to put the knife to his balls
And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she 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, it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
Months after he got out of jail, seriously on girl
chapped, face pale, body skinny and frail
Tales of a married man whose was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and just to keep in touch
with himself, his wife for half of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was bad for his health
His was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever
Now he's high, over on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he climbed on the rail he yelled
"God all my I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl

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 have to leave for so
I'll never 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 my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under pressure to her
I wake up, put on my bullet vestin
grab my & 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, the automatic mag spray
Gimme the cash, she taught me to get the fast way
I on ballers while they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Rovers at gauge point
hypnosis, robbin the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from of liquor
I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
but when ever she get dug, the be witcha for richer
or poorer, sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I this mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so much I'm stuck in her
I talk about her, can't walk without her, my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to check
Connectin me the correct licks to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm to hurt
And she's the reason of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some (some metal)
Just for around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

I'm curbside, and my girl graciously
no worries, and if Task 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 came for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but it's
Scope the before I made moves, losin gains
was the up-and-downs in this game but hey
Take the punches and blows, put aside, the 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 wide eyed, lookin like a tweaker
Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to calm
My shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack
and damn, it didn't really bad
Started thinkin, use to be a rich man high
I gotta drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
Went and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps
The shit was so good I was Pookie for two
Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped cream
Now this is one big dream, oh girl

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