Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

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

I kick for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin for ya
Niggaz think Frankie whipped, nigga picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck and steal, huh?
we all get laced
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
Then I her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like
Now I'm like bitch you talk to him
Before this fist put a to him
around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I the toast, uhh
my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to patient
She don't 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 situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a I wrote
Told the bitch gimme scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the 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 here's the stash,
A cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh