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

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

See me and ol' girl, in the black on 'Llac no star
Windows are tinted so no one knows who us are
Talk bad about her nigga to snap like bra
Strap, together like grandma and grandpa-pa
In dog-eat-dog world
Kitty cats be on my
coat 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 dykeing

Having no mercy for the 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
Behind my back they squawk like
Off and On like of Cultures baby
Hey he, faking it like sculptured nails
But they can go to and lay with Lucifer
Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi user and