Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
it out, check it out
This here out
To all the niggaz that be mad bitches
In niggaz cribs
Thinkin shit is
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggaz it, check it

I flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think pussy whipped, nigga picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite
Sweetness, you parked at?
Petiteness but ass fat
She got a body make a want to eat that, I'm fuckin' witchu
The bitch official doe, harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin Arsenio
Yo, the push a double-oh
With the five in front, a connivin stunt
Why'all drive in front, I'm a peel her
a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get
Television's, heaven, when I'm up in em
The shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick from a player off the New Knicks
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was
She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a
We fucked in his bed, dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Jazz
My 112, CD blast, I was
She came twice I came last, roll the
She giggle, say I don't it on homegrown
I heard her moan, honey I'm home
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
Before this put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She me to stop but this cat gettin closer
Gettin hot a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my could blink
She out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
He go downstairs more time to think
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to patient
She know I'm, cool as a fan
Gat in hand, I want to blast her man
But I can and I will doe, I chill doe
Even though situation kinda ill yo
It to me like a song I wrote
Told the bitch gimme scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, the scarf around my face
the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, nigga comin off some potion shit
the heat on em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't here's the stash,
A hundred cash just don't my ass, please!"
Nigga pullin mad G's out the
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