Luyện nghe bài hát Jazzy Belle

Oh yes I love her Egyptian, want a description?
My royal
So many plusses when I bust that there be no minus
from yelling crickets and crows
Bitches and hoes to thangs
Over the I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs
Like Kilroy, boi because them folks might think you soft
Talking that man fuck them niggas I'm going off
And coming right back like boomerangs you throw em
these old ghetto poems
Thinking it's for em
When they can let they thumb down hitch hiking
Inviting niggas into the temple call the body
Now got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends
Coming around my looking Jazzy, wanna pretend
Like you Ms. Four-Shoes
Even Bo knew you got poked
Like acupuncture
While our is a boat, straight sinking
I hate thinking that these the future 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 get her pillow
On the side of my bed no good ever stay
House and doctor was the games we used to
But now it's real Belle

See what if you was a playa, playa not no flaw
Having the best of life lots of steak and Perignon
Smoking an of weed and every single day was personal FreakNik
Freaking these hoes in clothes, life as you conceived it
But your conception, deception, looking into eyes I see
You and it's depressing
They're up in your thighs
Leaving deposits keep your closets open knocking boots and drawers
Hoping to get you like bail-bonds
calling me Antwan
Cause you thinking that you my lady bitch don't play me cause janky
I wanted to hit that ass but me and the we got danky
So thank thee, for running that game
You was the one to blame
A nigga even know your name
It's a shame, you cracking em up and fucking a nigga like up
I'm leaving these to be the flowers and wake 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 hoes be
Dumb and Dumber, you know what I'm saying

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 guaranteed to snap bra
Strap, sticking like grandma and grandpa-pa
In this world
cats be scratching on my
Furry to curl
Up with me and my bowl of and bits
I to earl
most of the girls that we was liking in high school
Now they

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