Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all talkin to
Uhh
Check it out, it out
This here out
To all the that be fuckin mad bitches
In other cribs
Thinkin is sweet
Nigga creep up on ass, hahaha
niggaz respect it, check it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherfuckin for ya
Niggaz think pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my down quite flat
Sweetness, you parked at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body make a nigga to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the push a double-oh
the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
Find a with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
we all get laced
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get dick from a off the New York Knicks
Nigga ridiculous, the shit 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 playin gainst the Utah
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, 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 this
Now I'm bitch you better talk to him
Before this put a spark 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 this cat gettin
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back 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 doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation kinda ill yo
It came to me a song I wrote
Told the gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got quick, tied the scarf around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga off some love potion 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!"
pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the
Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the
Bring weed I got a story to tell, uh