Luyện nghe bài hát Girl

Little and girls, listen
A man can get up in things (Right)
like a gridlock (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 her (Ugh!), dig this

Her name was Heroin, I think he met her at a Chevron
Late night stressin he caught his wife sexin with his cousin
He his wife to get to step on
before I start lettin on your skanless ass with the weap-on
Then since he's learnt, involved in a three marriage
Arguin, fightin with his wife at night, by sheriff
Embarrassed, handcuffed, go to in your drawers
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 gotta be, holdin a
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, body and frail
of a married man whose life was stressed too much
Had to resort to snortin drugs and such just to in touch
himself, his wife suin for half of the wealth (uhh)
And all that shootin in his veins was bad for his health
His cards was dealt, on the shelf
the creamery, the greatest thing the man ever felt
Now he's high, over on the bridge ???
Ready to die, he took his last swig of
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 way?
I you til this day
Even stinks to think you're the one we used to
Girl, why'd you have to leave for so
never give 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 and my mind, turned me to a life of crime
Now I'm, pressure to impress her
I wake up, put on my proof vestin
grab my Smith & off the dresser
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 blaze
I'm snatchin caine boulders and jackin Range Rovers at point
Under hypnosis, robbin the nigga
The diagnosis - psychosis, the cirrhosis is doses of liquor
I'm sippin by the picture, tryin to ditch 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 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 nigga how to check 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 metal (some metal)
Just for comin around my (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 momma's and grandpas gettin double
Legit, that ain't my problem cos I
I always wonder why friends came 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 this so-called but hey
Take the punches and blows, put aside, the crack
Dope fiend mommas and nasty hoes,
I'm walkin around the spot with a bundle in my
Yay leakin the plastic in drastic amounts
I'm feelin wide eyed, probably like a tweaker
Spit the bundle in my palm, and tried to keep
My shrunk down, to tens, I'm high off crack
and damn, it really feel bad
thinkin, this use to be a rich man high
I gotta drug tolerance so I'll give it a try
Went home and did my thang, snatched a two bundle for keeps
The shit was so good I was Pookie for two
Luckily, I bounced back, but I stopped cream
Now this is like one big dream, oh

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