Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, it out
here goes out
To all the that be fuckin mad bitches
In other niggaz
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
Live respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, picture that
With a Kodak,
We get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
Petiteness but 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 trippin dissapearin like
Yo, the push a double-oh
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,
we all get laced
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New York
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
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 I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for like this
I'm up in his broad I he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
Before this put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get to him, put a part through him
Lose a part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs time to think
Her racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't want to her man
But I can and I will doe, I chill doe
Even though situation lookin ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love shit
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's 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
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh