Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt grass
dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me
when I was sticky but we did it
Look, drop one or three dozen nickel-plated
up under my seat, why? on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna me
Chops, ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all in there crackin on the Presedential
under my yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
and up in singin a capella
that ain't the way the GAME was designed
You 'posed to see that if you
Blastin, cocked to the side,
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp -
on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be

Chorus:

Where all my at?
Where all my rugers, all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, twenty-fo'
Where all my at?
Where all my timahs, callers at?
Where all my grimies? It's weight
me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

I up on the set - somebody died?
Why all the long - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in Dry as in thirsty
cause we had no work since Thursday
Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? we been STEPPIN on it!
Uhh - cut out the
From here on out {*cough*} no scribble
quota, fuck a slow nig'
Nigga my fetti's as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!
years olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be E-40 and The Click!
Uhh, I see the heads me in the wind(?)
Family where you The pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the
What you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A

Gimme a, Cadillac with a man's drank
A forty ounce, the champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to
Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl South
A record so I ain't gotta dope deal
A faithful botch, a home-cooked
Take, I a (?) estate
with long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

2X