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

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game down flat
Sweetness, where you at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the push 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?
Then we all get
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a player off the New Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
We in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
Then I 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 like you better talk to him
Before this fist put a to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a through him
Lose a part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but cat gettin closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin, tellin me to stay patient
She know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't to blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I chill doe
Even though situation lookin ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off love potion shit
Flash the on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast 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 to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh