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
creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie whipped, nigga picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down like that, lay my down 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 official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like
Yo, the bitch push a
With the five in front, probably a connivin
Why'all in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal,
Then we all get
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite
I'm in his ass while he playin the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, roll the
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
Then I her moan, honey I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for situations like
I'm up in his I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
Before 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 me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot like a toaster, I the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go downstairs more time to think
Her racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I want to blast 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 gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A hundred cash 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, call my niggaz on the
some weed I got a story to tell, uh