Luyện nghe bài hát Jazzy Belle

Oh yes I love her Egyptian, want a description?
My highness
So plusses when I bust that there can't be no minus
Went yelling crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to thangs
the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
Like Kilroy, chill boi because them folks might you soft
Talking like that man fuck niggas I'm going off
And coming right like boomerangs when you throw em
these old ghetto poems
Thinking better for em
When they can let they thumb down from hiking
Inviting niggas into the they call the body
Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they
Coming around my crew Jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you Ms. Four-Shoes
Bo knew that you got poked
Like acupuncture
our nation is a boat, straight sinking
I hate thinking that these the future of our chill'un
They a different nigga every time
They get the to
I'm to go the extra kilo-meter
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 it's real Jazzy

See if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw
Having the best of life lots of steak and Perignon
Smoking an ounce of and every single day was personal FreakNik
these hoes 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 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 that ass but me and the we got danky
So thank thee, for running Southerplayalistic game
You was the only one to
A nigga don't even know your
a shame, you cracking em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up
I'm these foes to be the flowers and wake don't get me see
I be feeding my daughter
Teach her to be that 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 'Llac no star
are tinted so that no one knows who us are
Talk bad her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra
Strap, sticking together like and grandpa-pa
In this world
cats be scratching on my
Furry to curl
Up with me and my of kibbles and bits
I to earl
Cause most of the girls that we was 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 asking me all about
How she how she be
I she's sipping that wine
Behind my back they like vultures
Off and On Trends of Cultures baby
Hey he, it like these sculptured nails
But they can go to hell and lay Lucifer
Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi user and