Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

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

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
but that ass fat
She got a make a nigga want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal with her, she fuck and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, Versacci heaven, I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick from a off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came 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 like this
I'm up in his I know he won't like this
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin
Gettin hot like a toaster, I the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her racin, she's tellin 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 kinda ill yo
It came to me a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme your scarf, and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the around my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love shit
Flash the on em, he stood emotionless
the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
A hundred cash just don't 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 on the cell
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh