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
Thinkin shit is
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, it

I kick flows for ya, kick doors for ya
Even all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We get down like that, lay my game down 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 official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin Arsenio
Yo, the bitch a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a 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, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick from a player off the New York
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 he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, the grass
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
I heard her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for like 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 shit get dark to him, put a part through him
a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her brain racin, she's 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 will doe, I probably doe
Even though lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me like a I wrote
the bitch gimme 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 comin off some potion shit
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A hundred cash just don't 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