Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

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

Chorus:

Where all my at?
Where all my rugers, all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? Dude you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, hours
Where all my at?
Where all my timahs, shot at?
Where all my grimies? It's heavy
me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

I up on the set - somebody died?
Why all the long faces - playboy, dry
Dry as in dry? Dry as in
cause we had no work since Thursday
Know you ain't us but I got it, who want it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we STEPPIN on it!
Uhh - cut out the
From on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, fuck a nig'
my fetti's just as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!
Eighty-one olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be bumpin? and The Click!
Uhh, I see the know me in the wind(?)
Family you been? The pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, the block
What you see two crackheads over, what? A rock

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

2X