Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

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

Her was Lady Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin Stefan
He told his wife to get to on
before I lettin loose 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, arrested by
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to jail in your
and all of this because his tried to put the knife to his balls
And oh naw, cock the seat uhh, she tried to Lorraine Lee Bobbit me
I up out of a dream, she was on top of me
Screamin that's how it be, holdin a dagger
I my gat, point 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 too much
Had to resort to snortin and such just to keep in touch
with himself, his wife suin for of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was bad for his health
His cards was dealt, methamphetamines on the
Smokin the creamery, the greatest the man ever felt
Now he's high, over on the bridge ???
to die, he took his last swig of Reynell
A livin hell, he on the rail then he yelled
"God all my life I failed" as he and fell, oh girl

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, why'd you have to for so long?
I'll give you up
seemed to act touchable, that was the start

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She was a gangsta ass bitch, the greatest of all
She took my heart and my mind, turned me to a life of
Now I'm, pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my bullet vestin
grab my Smith & Wessin off the
I, hop up in a chopped up rag Tre
When I, cross 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 while they joints
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Rovers at gauge point
Under hypnosis, the closest nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from of liquor
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 about her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
She showed a young how to check 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 homies are in dirt
It's Crooked I next, I'll probably get dropped by some (some metal)
Just for comin around my (who?), the ghetto (my girl)

I'm curbside, and my sellin graciously
Never no worries, and if kick, we skeet and scurry
I'm up makin 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 came back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt plastic 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 punches and blows, put aside, the babies
Dope fiend and nasty hoes, peep
I'm walkin the spot with a bundle in my mouth
Yay through the plastic in drastic amounts
I'm feelin wide eyed, probably like a tweaker
Spit the in my palm, and tried 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 man high
I high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle for keeps
The was so good I was Pookie for two weeks
Luckily, I bounced back, but I sellin cream
Now this is one big dream, oh girl

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