Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Story To Tell

Who why'all to man?
Uhh
Check it out, it out
This here out
To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad
In other niggaz
shit is sweet
Nigga up on your ass, hahaha
Live respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick doors for ya
Even left all my hoes for ya
Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, picture that
With a Kodak,
We don't get down that, lay my game down quite flat
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 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 shit she kicked, all the legit
She get dick from a player off the New York
tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
She's stressin me to fuck, she was in a rush
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 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 I know he won't like this
Now I'm like you better talk to him
Before this fist put a to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part him
Lose a major to him, arm, leg
She beggin me to stop but this cat closer
hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
Before my eyes could
She screams out, "Honey me up somethin to drink!"
He go back downstairs more time to
Her brain racin, she's tellin me to patient
She don't know I'm, as a fan
Gat in hand, I don't want to her man
But I can and I doe, I probably chill doe
Even though situation lookin ill yo
It came to me like a 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 love potion shit
Flash the heat on em, he stood
the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
A hundred cash just don't my ass, please!"
Nigga mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the
Grab the keys to the five, my niggaz on the cell
some weed I got a story to tell, uh