Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt County
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, Robbers on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's wanna glock me
Chops, ran up in my car
I hope none of y'all in there crackin on the Presedential
under my umbrella yackin and jaw jackin
and up in there singin a
Cause that ain't the way the was designed
You to see that if you BLIND
Blastin, cocked to the side,
Comin up out of the chicken spot, - walkin
I'ms on my way to the spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a and I be bossin

E-40

Where all my at?
Where all my rugers, all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? Dude you stay, pop collars
tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my 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 faces - 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 been survivin? Shoot we been STEPPIN on it!
Uhh - cut out the
From here on out {*cough*} no scribble
Fast quota, fuck a nig'
Nigga my fetti's as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!
years olda, pimpin don't trip!
Who you be E-40 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 crackheads over, what? A rock

Gimme a, with a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) to bounce
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 like a (?)
with them long-ass minute driveways with a guard at the gate

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