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 that be mad bitches
In other cribs
shit 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 motherfuckin for ya
think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite
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, harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin Arsenio
Yo, the bitch a double-oh
the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a with her
Find a with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
we all get laced
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite
I'm in his ass he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't this
Now I'm bitch you better talk to him
this fist 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
hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
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 know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't want to her man
But I can and I doe, I probably chill doe
Even situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
Roped the bitch up, her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion
Flash the heat on em, he emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A hundred cash don't shoot my ass, please!"
pullin 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
some weed I got a story to tell, uh