Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

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

Her was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
He his wife to get to step on
before I start lettin loose on skanless ass with the weap-on
Then he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
Arguin, fightin his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your
and all of this because his wife tried to put the knife to his
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
Screamin that's how it gotta be, holdin a
I grabbed my gat, it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
Lips chapped, face pale, skinny and frail
Tales of a married man whose life was stressed too
Had to resort to snortin drugs and just to keep in touch
himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his
His was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt
Now he's high, pull on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his last of Reynell
A livin hell, he climbed on the rail he yelled
"God all my life I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh

Why'd you have to do me that
I love you til day
stinks to think you're the one we used to stay
Girl, you have to leave for so long?
I'll give you up
Never seemed to act touchable, that was the

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She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all
She my heart 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 mag spray
Gimme the cash, she me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers while blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine and jackin Range Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, 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 witcha for
or poorer, sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can business myself
But I love her so much I'm stuck in her
I talk about her, walk without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young nigga how to grip
Connectin me with the correct licks to collect
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to
And the reason half of the homies are restin in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some (some metal)
for comin around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

I'm curbside, and my sellin graciously
Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and
I'm up makin my squillion
My mind set - I don't til I get a million
But I'm baby momma's and grandpas gettin double
Legit, that my problem cos I bubble
I always wonder why friends came for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like but it's dope
Scope the area before I made moves, gains
was the in this so-called game but hey
the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies
Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes,
I'm walkin the spot with a bundle in my mouth
Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic
I'm feelin wide eyed, lookin like a tweaker
Spit the bundle in my palm, and to keep calm
My dove shrunk down, to tens, I'm off crack
and damn, it didn't feel bad
Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man
I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll 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 bounced back, but I stopped sellin
Now this is one big dream, oh girl

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