Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

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

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all my hustlers at?
Where all my rugers, where all my
all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, hours
Where all my at?
Where all my timahs, shot at?
Where all my grimies? It's heavy
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 work Thursday
Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who it?
By the way how y'all been Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!
Uhh - cut out the
From on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, a slow nig'
Nigga my fetti's just as long as Ron dick!
Eighty-one years olda, pimpin trip!
Who you be bumpin? and The Click!
Uhh, I see the know me in the wind(?)
Family where you The pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, bend the
you see two crackheads steppin over, what? A rock

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

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