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 fuckin mad
In other niggaz
shit is sweet
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I kick for ya, kick down doors for ya
left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a with her
Find a deal her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin the Utah 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 he won't like 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 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 could blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to 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 situation 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
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood
the glass 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 keys to the five, my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh