Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

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

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my game quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin'
The bitch official doe, dick harder a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like
Yo, the bitch a double-oh
the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
Find a deal with her, she around and steal, huh?
we all get laced
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
I heard 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 bitch you better talk to him
Before fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go back more time to think
Her racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
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 though situation lookin ill yo
It came to me like a I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some potion shit
Flash the on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
A cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
Grab the to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some weed I got a to tell, uh