Luyện nghe bài hát Jazzy Belle

Oh yes I love her Egyptian, want a description?
My highness
So many plusses when I bust that can't be no minus
from yelling crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to 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 them I'm going off
And coming back like boomerangs when you throw em
these old ghetto poems
Thinking better for em
When they can let thumb down from hitch hiking
Inviting niggas into the temple call the body
Now everybody got it, had it, about it amongst they friends
Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna
Like you Ms. Four-Shoes
Even Bo that you got poked
acupuncture patients
While our nation is a boat, straight
I hate that these the future mommas of our chill'un
They fucking a nigga every time
They get the to
I'm to go the extra kilo-meter
Just to see my señorita get her
On the side of my bed where no good stay
House and was the games we used to play
But now it's Jazzy Belle

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

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

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