Luyện nghe bài hát Guest House

In the crib on rainy day, I'm chilling
Glass pianos and drapes, hang from the ceiling
Persian rugs, Moroccan
I walk to the house in paisley robes and Ferragamo
And Chef just season the salmon
It's coming pouring, he watching BBC, eating a salad
I'm on the couch the chalice
Checking my texts and out of nowhere, my dick is hard as a
I stood up, pulled my sleeve, checked my watch
Where the, fuck is my wife, it's 12 on the dot
Very impatient, I'm getting nervous, can't pacing
My heart's racing, her Nextel don't get no
Damn, all over a gallon of milk
Something, happened to her, somebody get peeled
Okay, let me down, maybe she at Keeba house
Her birthday's today, we bought her jeans and a blouse
Since 7 o'clock, she been gone for
Jetted up the steps to the suite, checked the shower
Nope, all that is there is towels and
Stomach is nauseous, caught a big in my throat
a phone book with mad names, looked down
Bow, there go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the on speaker
And bluntly addressed her, 'where's my (Yeah, she ain't out here)
(Last time I seen her, Ghost, she 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 getting me Advil)
(Show these motherfuckers, how love to drive stick)
I snatched up my raincoat, the was soaked
the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast
I yelled to the Chef, yo, for Kayla, check the pool and the bowling alley
If anything, just hit my
Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm
Few feet from the guest house, is where I
Hope OK, is what I say in my heart
But something don't feel right, so is what I'm to God
As I got closer, ain't kosher
I heard a bunch of squeaky from the house, I don't think I'm suppose to
Is the end, of the Starks regime?
Let me out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen

Yo, kill, yo! (Hold on, cause)
(Baby, let me explain, you reacting, that's not what it was)
Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning your legs up
all red, what? Did y'all just blaze up?
Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, the mattress
Aimed the at both of them bastards
What ya'll excuse now (Yo, cause, she said she live her pop)
(Her dude mad strict, why we up in the spot)
(And yo, this little of yours, bought me a ten G watch)
He down for his drawers, that's when I let off a shot
Back the fuck up, snatched his
Had 'em looking like the black and Eve, some sinful lovers
(Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you know my name,
(Hold on, let me explain) Yo, two is done
(Just let me put my drawers, get dressed, I get rocked)
(Cause real talk, is looking like you trynna let off 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 like all my fault)
(Baby, no) your business
(Now Kayla, don't him, let the sucker do what he do)
(He me, and he finished)