Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, it out
This here out
To all the niggaz that be mad bitches
In niggaz cribs
shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on ass, hahaha
Live niggaz respect it, it

I kick flows for ya, kick doors for ya
left all my motherfuckin 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?
but that ass fat
She got a body make a nigga want to eat that, I'm witchu
The bitch official doe, harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin like Arsenio
Yo, the bitch a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a stunt
drive in front, I'm a peel with her
Find a deal her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The she kicked, all the shit's legit
She get from a player off the New York Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's 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 Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, the grass
She giggle, say I don't smoke it on
Then I heard her moan, honey I'm
Yep, tote chrome for like this
I'm up in his broad I know he won't like
Now I'm like bitch you better to him
Before this fist put a to him
Fuck shit get dark to him, put a part through him
a major part to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
my eyes could blink
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs time to think
Her brain racin, 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 will doe, I chill doe
though situation lookin kinda ill yo
It came to me a song I wrote
the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf my face
Roped the bitch up, gagged her with the pillowcase
Play the cut, comin off some love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A hundred cash just shoot my ass, please!"
Nigga pullin mad G's out the
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, my niggaz on the cell
Bring some I got a story to tell, uh