Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all talkin to
Uhh
Check it out, it out
here goes out
To all the niggaz be fuckin mad bitches
In other cribs
Thinkin shit is
Nigga creep up on ass, hahaha
niggaz respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like
Yo, the bitch push a
With the five in front, probably a stunt
Why'all in front, I'm a peel with her
a deal 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 Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
I heard her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he like this
Now I'm like bitch you talk to him
Before this fist put a to him
Fuck shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a part 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 me up somethin to drink!"
He go back more time to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to patient
She know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I want to blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I probably doe
Even situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a song I
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
Roped the up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, comin off some love potion shit
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the
Grab the to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh