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 have it (ugh ugh), his got his mind (ugh ugh)
Took over his body, he needs her (Speak on it)
He live without her (Ugh!), dig this

Her was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin 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, involved in a 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, a dagger
I grabbed my gat, it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
Months after he got out of jail, seriously hooked on
Lips chapped, face pale, skinny and frail
Tales of a married man life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and such to keep in touch
himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his was gettin bad for his health
His was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever
Now he's high, pull on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he climbed on the rail then he
"God all my I failed" as he slipped and fell, oh girl

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

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She was a ass bitch, the greatest of all time
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a of crime
Now I'm, under to impress her
I up, put on my bullet proof vestin
grab my & Wessin off the dresser
then I, hop up in a up rag Tre
When I, your path you're havin a bad day
Cos I, the automatic mag spray
Gimme the cash, she me to get mine the fast way
I creep on ballers they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, robbin the nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the is from doses of liquor
that I'm by the picture, tryin to ditch ya
but when she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
or poorer, through sickness and
Eyewitness, if I shake mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so much I'm in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, my crutches
She showed a young how to check grip
me with 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 metal (some metal)
Just for around my girl (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

I'm curbside, and my girl sellin
Never no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and
I'm posted up my squillion
My mind set - I stop til I get a million
But I'm seein baby momma's and gettin double
Legit, that ain't my problem cos I
I wonder why friends came back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but dope
Scope the area I made moves, losin gains
was the up-and-downs in this so-called but hey
Take the punches and blows, put aside, the babies
Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes,
I'm walkin the spot with a bundle in my mouth
Yay through the plastic in drastic amounts
I'm feelin wide eyed, lookin like a tweaker
the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep calm
My dove down, to tens, I'm high off crack
and damn, it really feel bad
Started thinkin, this use to be a man high
I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll it a try
Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for
The was so good I was Pookie for two weeks
Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped sellin
Now this is one big dream, oh girl

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