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 niggaz that be fuckin mad
In niggaz cribs
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
niggaz respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite
Sweetness, you parked at?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm witchu
The bitch official doe, dick than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin Arsenio
Yo, the bitch push a
With the in front, probably a connivin stunt
drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal her, she fuck 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 from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I last, roll the grass
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 broad I know he won't this
Now I'm like you better talk to him
this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a part 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 blink
She screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to
Her brain racin, she's 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 to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love shit
Flash the 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 pullin mad G's out the
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh