Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky icky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy
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 dozen nickel-plated stapler
up under my seat, why? on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's wanna glock me
Chops, ran up in my car
I none of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential
under my umbrella yibbidy and jaw jackin
and up in there a capella
Cause that the way the GAME was designed
You to see that if you BLIND
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

E-40

Where all my at?
all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? when you stay, pop collars
tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my at?
Where all my timahs, shot at?
Where all my It's heavy weight
Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm

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

Gimme a, with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the champagne
The lap dance, (?) like to bounce
off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South
A record deal so I gotta dope deal
A botch, a home-cooked meal
Take, I like a (?)
them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

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