Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky icky doo-hickey on a spliffy mickie
Think he some hash with some of that Humboldt County grass
with dis from Union City, she wanted to freak me
I was sticky but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or three nickel-plated stapler
up under my seat, why? Robbers on my
Uhh, Elroy's po-po's wanna glock me
Chops, ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all in there crackin on the Presedential
my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
and up in singin a capella
Cause that ain't the way the GAME was
You to see that if you BLIND
Blastin, to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the chicken spot, pimp -
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice -
Pullin out was a and I be bossin

Chorus:

Where all my at?
all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop
Smoke tweed, hours
all my ballers at?
Where all my timahs, callers at?
all my grimies? It's heavy weight
Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm

I pull up on the set - died?
Why all the long faces - playboy, dry
Dry as in Dry as in thirsty
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 here on out {*cough*} no scribble
quota, fuck a slow nig'
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 know me in the wind(?)
Family where you 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, thick-ass (?) to bounce
Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl South
A record deal so I ain't gotta dope
A faithful botch, a home-cooked
Take, I a (?) estate
with them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the

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