Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

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

Her name was Lady Heroin, I he met her at a Chevron
Late stressin he caught 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
since he's learnt, involved in a three year marriage
Arguin, with his wife at night, arrested by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to in your drawers
and all of this because his wife tried to put the 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 be, holdin a dagger
I my gat, point it at her, she dropped the dagger, I slapped her
Months he got out of jail, seriously hooked on girl
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 just to keep in
with himself, his wife suin for of the wealth (uhh)
And all shootin in his veins was gettin bad for his health
His cards was dealt, on the shelf
Smokin the creamery, the thing the man ever felt
Now he's high, pull on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he his last 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 to do me that way?
I you til this day
Even stinks to you're the one we used to stay
Girl, why'd you to leave for so long?
I'll never you up
Never to act touchable, that was the start

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She was a gangsta ass bitch, the of all time
She took my heart and my mind, 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 path havin 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 Range Rovers at point
Under hypnosis, robbin the nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is from doses of
that I'm sippin by the picture, to ditch ya
but when she get dug, the bitch'll be witcha for richer
or poorer, sickness and health
Eyewitness, if I shake mistress I can handle business myself
But I love her so I'm stuck in her clutches
I talk her, can't walk without her, she's my crutches
She a young nigga how to check grip
Connectin me with the correct to collect chips
And if I leave her, no question I'm destined to
And she's the half 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 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 gettin double
Legit, that ain't my cos I bubble
I always why friends came back for mo' and mo'
The high was fantastic, smelt like plastic but dope
Scope the area before I made moves, losin
was the up-and-downs in this so-called but hey
the punches and blows, put aside, the crack babies
Dope mommas and nasty hoes, peep
I'm walkin around the with a bundle in my mouth
Yay leakin through the plastic in drastic
I'm feelin eyed, probably lookin like a tweaker
Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to 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
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 sellin cream
Now this is one big dream, oh girl

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