Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
Check it out, it out
This here out
To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad
In other niggaz
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass,
Live niggaz respect it, it

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game 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 doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
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 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
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on
Then I heard her moan, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations this
I'm up in his broad I he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
Before fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a through him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin
hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back more time to think
Her brain racin, she's me to stay patient
She know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I want to blast her man
But I can and I doe, I probably chill doe
Even though lookin kinda ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and
Got dressed quick, the scarf around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A hundred cash just don't 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
Bring some weed I got a to tell, uh