Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
it out, check it out
This goes out
To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad
In niggaz cribs
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass,
niggaz respect it, check it

I kick for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin for ya
Niggaz Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get down that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
With the five in front, probably a stunt
drive in front, I'm a peel with 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 legit
She get dick from a player off the New York
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm
Yep, tote chrome for situations like
I'm up in his I know he won't like this
Now I'm like you better talk to him
Before this put a spark to him
Fuck shit get dark 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 out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't to blast her man
But I can and I doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation kinda ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A hundred just don't shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
Grab the to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh