Luyện nghe bài hát Guest House

In the crib on this day, I'm chilling
Glass and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling
Persian rugs, Moroccan
I walk to the house in paisley and Ferragamo loafers
And Iron just season the salmon
It's coming down pouring, he BBC, eating a salad
I'm on the hitting the chalice
Checking my texts and out of nowhere, my dick is as a callus
I stood up, back my sleeve, checked my watch
Where the, fuck is my wife, 12 o'clock on the dot
Very impatient, I'm nervous, can't stop pacing
My racing, her Nextel don't get no service
Damn, all this over a of milk
Something, happened to her, wig'll get peeled
Okay, let me calm down, maybe she at house
Her birthday's today, we bought her jeans and a blouse
7 o'clock, she been gone for Owls
Jetted up the to the master suite, checked the shower
Nope, all is there is towels and soap
Stomach is nauseous, a big lump in my throat
Found a phone with mad names, looked down
Bow, there go Keeba, tying my shoes, I put the on speaker
And addressed her, 'where's my girl?' (Yeah, she ain't out here)
(Last time I her, Ghost, she beat it on an old nigga)
Yo, Keeba stop playing, yo (Nah, we took a 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 up my raincoat, the grass was soaked
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, just hit my
in the go cart, the yard is dark, I'm bugging
Few from the guest house, is where I parked
Hope she's OK, is what I say in my
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 sounds from the house, I don't think I'm 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 reacting, that's not what it was)
Shut the fuck up, you got moaning with your legs up
all red, what? Did y'all just blaze up?
Then for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress
Aimed the biscuit at of them bastards
What excuse now (Yo, cause, she said she live with her pop)
(Her mad strict, that's 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 Adam and Eve, 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 let off that glock)
Yeah, you right, you look familiar, you put my in, right?
The FiOS nigga, and you fucking my
(Yeah, I put that in, nigga, we both got caught)
(And she a triflyn ass chick, don't act like all my fault)
(Baby, no) Mind your
(Now Kayla, stop him, let the sucker do what he do)
(He me, and he finished)