Luyện nghe bài hát Guest House

In the on this rainy day, I'm chilling
pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling
Persian rugs, Moroccan
I walk to the house in paisley and Ferragamo loafers
And Chef just season the salmon
It's coming down pouring, he 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 back my sleeve, checked my
the, fuck is my wife, it's 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 over a gallon of milk
Something, happened to her, somebody get peeled
Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at house
Her birthday's today, we both bought her and a blouse
Since 7 o'clock, she gone for Owls
Jetted up the steps to the master suite, the shower
Nope, all is there is towels and soap
Stomach is nauseous, caught a big in my throat
a phone book with mad names, looked down
Bow, go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the bitch on speaker
And bluntly addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Yeah, she 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 shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil)
(Show motherfuckers, how Keeba love to drive stick)
I up my raincoat, the grass was soaked
the bed in the guest house, where I keep my toast
I yelled to the Chef, yo, watch for Kayla, the pool and the bowling alley
If anything, hit my cellular
Hopped in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm
Few feet the guest house, is where I parked
Hope she's OK, is what I say in my
But something don't right, so is what I'm saying to God
As I got closer, something kosher
I heard a bunch of squeaky sounds from the house, I don't I'm suppose to
Is this the end, of the Starks
Let me out somebody on my ground, yo, is pounding my queen

Yo, kill, yo! (Hold on, cause)
(Baby, let me explain, you over reacting, not what it was)
Shut the fuck up, you got caught moaning your legs up
Eyes all red, what? Did just blaze up?
Then froze for a sec, so I quick, lift the mattress
the biscuit 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 trick of yours, bought me a ten G watch)
He reached for his drawers, that's when I let off a shot
Back the fuck up, his covers
Had 'em looking like the black and Eve, some sinful lovers
(Chill, Tone, put the gun down) How you my name, son?
(Hold on, let me explain) Yo, y'all two is
(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 look familiar, you put my cable in,
The nigga, and you fucking my wife?
(Yeah, I put that in, nigga, we both got caught)
(And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act it's all my fault)
(Baby, no) your business
(Now Kayla, stop him, let the sucker do what he do)
(He me, and he finished)