Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

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

Her name was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a
Late night he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
He told his to get to step on
I start lettin 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, arrested by
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in drawers
and all of because 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, seriously on girl
Lips chapped, face pale, body and frail
Tales of a man whose life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to in touch
with himself, his wife suin for half of the (uhh)
And all that in his veins was gettin bad for his health
His was dealt, methamphetamines on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the greatest the man ever felt
Now high, pull over on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he 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 that
I you til this day
Even stinks to think you're the one we used to
Girl, why'd you to leave for so long?
never 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 took my heart and my mind, me to a life of crime
Now I'm, under to impress her
I wake up, put on my proof vestin
grab my Smith & 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 while they blaze joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, robbin the nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from of liquor
that I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ya
but when ever she get dug, the bitch'll be for richer
or poorer, sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake this mistress I can handle business
But I love her so I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk about her, can't walk without her, she's my
She showed a young nigga how to grip
Connectin me with the correct to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm to hurt
And she's the reason half of the 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
no worries, and if Task kick, we skeet and scurry
I'm up makin my squillion
My mind set - I don't til I get a million
But I'm seein baby momma's and grandpas gettin
Legit, that ain't my cos I bubble
I always wonder why friends back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt plastic but it's dope
Scope the area 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 and nasty hoes, peep
I'm walkin around the with a bundle in my mouth
Yay through the plastic in drastic amounts
I'm feelin wide eyed, probably lookin like a
Spit the bundle in my palm, and to keep calm
My shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack
and damn, it didn't really bad
Started thinkin, this use to be a man high
I gotta 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 back, but I stopped sellin cream
Now this is like one big dream, oh

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