Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
it out, check it out
This here out
To all the niggaz that be mad bitches
In niggaz cribs
shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass,
Live niggaz respect it, it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch a double-oh
With the five in front, a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
Find a with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick from a player off the New York
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass while he gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, the grass
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm
Yep, tote chrome for situations like
I'm up in his broad I know he won't this
Now I'm bitch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a to him
Fuck around get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't to blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I probably doe
Even situation lookin kinda ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the bitch up, her mouth with the pillowcase
the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A hundred cash just shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh