Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky icky doo-hickey on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt grass
with dis sleazy Union City, she wanted to freak me
when I was but we did it anyway
Look, one or three dozen 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 in there crackin on the Presedential
my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
and up in singin a capella
Cause ain't the way the GAME was designed
You 'posed to see if you BLIND
Blastin, to the side, blowzin
Comin up out of the spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice -
out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare 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, twenty-fo'
all my ballers at?
Where all my timahs, shot at?
Where all my grimies? It's weight
me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

I pull up on the set - died?
Why all the long - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in dry? Dry as in
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 more
Fast quota, fuck a nig'
Nigga my 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(?)
where you been? The pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, the block
What you see two crackheads over, what? A rock

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

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