Luyện nghe bài hát Jazzy Belle

Oh yes I love her like Egyptian, a description?
My highness
So many plusses I bust that there can't be no minus
Went from crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to queen
Over the years I been up on my and yes I seen thangs
Like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks think you soft
like that man fuck them niggas I'm going off
And coming right back like when you throw em
With old ghetto poems
Thinking it's for em
they can let they thumb down from hitch hiking
Inviting niggas into the temple they call the
Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst friends
Coming around my crew Jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you Ms. Goody
Even Bo knew that you got
acupuncture patients
While our nation is a boat, sinking
I hate thinking these the future mommas of our chill'un
fucking a different nigga every time
They get the to
I'm willing to go the extra
Just to see my señorita get her
On the of my bed where no good ever stay
House and was the games we used to play
But now real Jazzy Belle

See what if you was a playa, playa not no flaw
Having the very best of life of steak and Perignon
Smoking an ounce of weed and every day was personal FreakNik
Freaking these in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
But your conception, deception, looking into your I see
You weapon and it's
They're up in your thighs
Leaving deposits keep your closets knocking your boots and drawers
to get you sprung like bail-bonds
Steadily calling me
Cause you thinking that you my lady bitch don't me cause you're janky
I wanted to hit that ass but me and the we got danky
So thank thee, for that Southerplayalistic game
You was the one to blame
A nigga don't even your name
It's a shame, you em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm leaving these foes to be the flowers and don't get me see
I gotta be feeding my
her to be that Natural Woman
Cause be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be
Dumb and Dumber, you know what I'm saying

See me and ol' girl, in the on black 'Llac no star
are tinted so that no one knows who us are
Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap bra
Strap, together like grandma and grandpa-pa
In this dog-eat-dog
cats be scratching on my
Furry coat to
Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and
I to earl
most of the girls that we was liking in high school
Now dykeing

Having no mercy for the disrespect-ful ones,
Be hanging around the crew looking for funds,
Deaf and fine, be asking me all about mine
How she how she be
I know she's sipping that
Behind my back they squawk like
Off and On like Trends of Cultures
Hey he, faking it like these sculptured
But can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
they burning anyway, Big Boi user and abuser