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 is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass,
Live niggaz respect it, it

I kick flows for ya, kick down for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder a missile yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
With the in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah
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, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like
Now I'm like you better talk to him
Before fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get to him, put a part through him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
She screams out, "Honey me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to patient
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I want to blast her man
But I can and I doe, I probably chill doe
Even situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pullin mad G's out the
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my on the cell
Bring some weed I got a to tell, uh