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
from yelling crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to thangs
Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen
Like Kilroy, chill boi them folks might think you soft
Talking like that man fuck them I'm going off
And coming right back boomerangs when you throw em
these old ghetto poems
Thinking it's for em
When they can let they thumb down from hiking
Inviting niggas the temple they call the body
Now everybody got it, had it, talked it amongst they friends
Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna
you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes
Even Bo knew you got poked
acupuncture patients
While our nation is a boat, straight
I hate thinking that the future mommas of our chill'un
They fucking a different nigga time
get the feeling to
I'm willing to go the kilo-meter
to see my señorita get her pillow
On the side of my bed where no good stay
House and was the games we used to play
But now it's real Belle

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

See me and ol' girl, in the black on black 'Llac no
Windows are 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
cats be scratching on my
Furry to curl
Up me and my bowl of kibbles and bits
I to earl
Cause most of the girls we was liking in high school
Now they

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