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 niggaz
Thinkin shit is
creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin'
The bitch doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin 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?
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
We fucked in his bed, quite
I'm in his ass while he gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She twice I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, say I smoke it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm
Yep, tote chrome for situations this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like
Now I'm like you better talk to him
Before this put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get to him, put a part through him
a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes blink
She screams out, "Honey me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
She don't 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 song I
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and
Got dressed quick, tied the around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her with the pillowcase
the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood
the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
A hundred cash just shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pullin mad G's out the
Put in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
Grab the to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh