Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
Check it out, it out
here goes out
To all the that be fuckin mad bitches
In other cribs
Thinkin shit is
creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin for ya
think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite
Sweetness, you parked at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body make a nigga to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
With the five in front, probably a stunt
Why'all in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal,
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick from a off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
She's me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite
I'm in his ass while he playin the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, the grass
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
Then I her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you talk to him
this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a through him
a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat closer
hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to
Her brain racin, she's me to stay patient
She know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't want to her man
But I can and I will doe, I probably doe
Even though situation kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I
Told the gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the
Play the cut, nigga comin off love potion shit
Flash the on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
A cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the
some weed I got a story to tell, uh