Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who talkin to man?
Uhh
it out, check it out
This here out
To all the niggaz be fuckin mad bitches
In niggaz cribs
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga creep up on ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite
Sweetness, where you at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
With the in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
Find a deal with her, she fuck and steal, huh?
we all get laced
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on
I heard her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote for situations like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't this
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
Before this put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part him
a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
my eyes could blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up 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 though lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me a song I wrote
Told the bitch your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A hundred 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 on the cell
Bring some weed I got a to tell, uh