Luyện nghe bài hát Jazzy Belle

Oh yes I her like Egyptian, want a description?
My royal
So plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
Went from yelling crickets and
and hoes to queen thangs
Over the years I been up on my and yes I seen thangs
Like Kilroy, chill boi them folks might think you soft
Talking like that man fuck niggas I'm going off
And coming right back like when you throw em
With old ghetto poems
Thinking better for em
When they can let thumb down from hitch hiking
Inviting niggas into the they call the body
Now got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends
Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, pretend
you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes
Even Bo knew that you got
Like patients
While our nation is a boat, straight
I thinking that 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 side of my bed where no good ever
House and was the games we used to play
But now it's Jazzy Belle

See if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw
Having the very best of life lots of steak and
Smoking an ounce of weed and every single day was personal
these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it
But your conception, deception, looking into your I see
You weapon and depressing
They're digging up in your
Leaving deposits keep your closets open knocking boots and drawers
to get you sprung like bail-bonds
Steadily me Antwan
Cause you thinking that you my lady bitch play me cause you're janky
I wanted to hit ass but me and the Goodie we got danky
So thank thee, for running that Southerplayalistic
You was the one to blame
A don't even know 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 wake get me see
I gotta be my daughter
Teach her to be Natural Woman
Cause you'll be Waiting to Exhale while you other be
Dumb and Dumber, you know what I'm saying

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

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