Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all talkin to
Uhh
it out, check it out
This goes out
To all the niggaz be fuckin mad bitches
In other cribs
Thinkin is sweet
creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my down quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body make a nigga to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the push a double-oh
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, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick from a player off the New Knicks
tricked ridiculous, the shit 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, roll the
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
Then I her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you talk to him
this fist put a spark to him
Fuck shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to but this cat gettin closer
hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes blink
She screams out, "Honey me up somethin to drink!"
He go back more time to think
Her brain racin, she's me to stay patient
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't want to her man
But I can and I will doe, I chill doe
Even though situation lookin ill yo
It came to me like a song I
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga 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!"
pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the
the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh