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

I kick flows for ya, down doors for ya
left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie whipped, nigga picture that
a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
We don't get like that, lay my game down quite flat
Sweetness, where you at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body make a nigga to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin Arsenio
Yo, the push a double-oh
With the five in front, probably a connivin
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 shit she kicked, all the shit's
She get dick a player 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 don't it on homegrown
Then I heard her moan, I'm home
Yep, tote chrome for like this
I'm up in his broad I he won't like this
Now I'm bitch you better talk to him
this fist put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a through him
Lose a major 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 screams out, "Honey bring me up to drink!"
He go back downstairs more to think
Her racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
She know 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
though 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 scarf around my
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some love shit
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast the stash,
A hundred cash don't shoot my ass, please!"
pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, my niggaz on the cell
some weed I got a story to tell, uh