Luyện nghe bài hát Guest House

In the crib on rainy day, I'm chilling
Glass pianos and drapes, hang from the ceiling
rugs, Moroccan sofas
I walk to the in paisley robes and Ferragamo loafers
And Chef just season the salmon
It's down pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad
I'm on the hitting the chalice
Checking my and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a callus
I stood up, pulled my sleeve, checked my watch
Where the, fuck is my wife, 12 o'clock on the dot
Very impatient, I'm getting nervous, can't pacing
My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no
Damn, all this over a of milk
Something, happened to her, somebody wig'll get
Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at Keeba
Her birthday's today, we both her jeans and a blouse
Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for
Jetted up the to the master suite, checked the shower
Nope, all that is there is and soap
Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my
Found a phone book mad names, looked down
Bow, there go Keeba, my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker
And addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Yeah, she ain't out here)
(Last I seen her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba playing, yo (Nah, we took a shot of Henn')
(Lately she out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz)
(Or even shot a car, I'm me some Advil)
(Show these motherfuckers, how love to drive stick)
I snatched up my raincoat, the grass was
Under the bed in the guest house, where I my toast
I yelled to the Chef, yo, watch for Kayla, check the pool and the alley
If anything, hit my cellular
Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm
Few feet from the guest house, is I parked
she's OK, is what I say in my heart
But something feel right, so is what I'm saying to God
As I got closer, ain't kosher
I a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house, I don't think I'm suppose to
Is this the end, of the regime?
Let me find out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my

Yo, kill, yo! (Hold on, cause)
(Baby, let me explain, you over reacting, that's not it was)
Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning with legs up
all red, what? Did y'all just blaze up?
Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the
Aimed the biscuit at both of bastards
What excuse now (Yo, cause, she said she live with her pop)
(Her dude mad strict, why we up in the spot)
(And yo, this trick of yours, bought me a ten G watch)
He reached down for his drawers, that's when I let off a
Back the up, snatched his covers
Had 'em looking like the black Adam and Eve, sinful lovers
(Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you know my name,
(Hold on, let me explain) Yo, y'all two is
(Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, I get rocked)
(Cause talk, is looking like you trynna let off that glock)
Yeah, you right, you familiar, you put my cable in, right?
The FiOS nigga, and you my wife?
(Yeah, I put that cable in, nigga, we got caught)
(And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act it's all my fault)
(Baby, no) Mind your
(Now Kayla, don't stop him, let the sucker do he do)
(He me, and he finished)