Luyện nghe bài hát One for the Griot

I like how you turn the intercom up
Like all that little background
Then the comes in, that's real smooth man
Fuck studios, just happen to be here, aight,

Yo, he woke up in a daze, achin'
Breath like liquor, dick smellin' like sex
Head throbbin' like the bass the club last night
No idea how he left, to say, perplexed

As he looked around the room that he never in
all around the bed, sheets quite feminine
Buck naked his kicks on
Breakaway jeans, and sweater were all on the bedroom floor

He heard singin' from the shower the bathroom door
Sounded like Moore but he couldn't be sure
She had a sexy ass but she was so off key
Couldn't how she looked, couldn't wait to see

that it was the girl, third floor of the club
The one that let him grab her ass when they the dub
Or perhaps it was the dime the guest list line
one and several others would've suited him fine

From the bed to the bathroom, a voice said in
Gradually now, he to remember
Peeped through the shower curtain like number three
Pleasantly surprised to see it was the bartender

And tender was the operative
She had a body like a with legs, I mean, the ass was absurd
neck, smooth skin, pretty face, kooky nipples
Eyes wider than hips, full between dimples

She said, "How did you sleep?" He said he know
She asked, "Was it for you too?"
I think so, but I really can't remember what went down night
She told him, Take off your shoes, we can the highlights"

Stepped out the in a daze, legs achin'
Breath from the [Incomprehensible], dick wrapped in a hat
Wide open 'cuz it was the last from a
Spit four in the shower till his went flat

She thought he was all that, she said, "I don't to work today
Take a nap so we can do it again"
No than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed
He said, "Please baby, don't let it be your boyfriend

For the of basketball, mademoiselle, look
I ain't Biggie Smalls, I don't even want a to tell
I'm a lover, not a fighter, alright but then a walked in
Saw him and said, "What the hell?"

Time stood still as he thought to
This me of a beer commercial back in the day
She's too young to be her mother, so he
How you Would you care to join in?"
She said, "Nigga is you

See this ring on my finger? That's my you was fuckin'
My name Ronald [Incomprehensible], don't try to play me out"
She reached in her purse for the little pearl
He splashed her in the face the wax from the candle

The 'tender ran into the bathroom, screamin'
Slipped on the wrapper, broke her pretty little neck
The burnt-face wife a gun on the dude
Famous last words, "I mean you no disrespect!"

Wow! That was
Yo J, that was and all
But what's up the violent ending, man?
Is it possible for it to end a bitmore pleasant?

What if the story woulda like this?
I'ma it again but only with a slight twist
It one for the griot, two for da gods
Three to flip the script, it ain't that hard, check it out

stood still as he thought to himself
This me of a beer commercial back in the day
She's too to be her mother, would you care to join in?
She was butt naked her coat

He was amazed at the second wind in
Thinkin' 'bout the fact that he didn't go to the club
Woulda been wack if he out on the greatest love of his life
Imagine if he stayed home his wife?

girl two
Yo her body made the 'tender look like a bender
The three of them turned the bed to a blender
He left like five hours with a permanent [Incomprehensible]
And feels he will remember

C'mon J, there's no way my man got laid quite that
That just don't happen, that's like a or somethin'
And what his wife? She didn't even say nothin'?
She didn't page

What if the story woulda ended like
I'ma kick it again but with a slight twist
It goes one for the griot, two for da
Three to flip the script, 'cuz it that hard, check it out

Time stood still as he to himself
This reminds me of a beer commercial in the day
She's too to be her mother, so he asked, how you doin'?
She said, "Eww! It smells like somebody screwin'

I hope it wasn't y'all she started laughin'
He said, "What's so funny?" She said, "You don't the half"
She was starin' at the joint with a fucked-up
She said, "I can come back if you gon' be here for a

"But between me and you and my too
What I'm 'bout to say might be a little snafu in your plans
Put it like this, she to be a dude!"
Yeah, how's that for a plot

He asked the 'tender, was it
She said, "Shit, I told you last night, my man, I you knew"
Ewww, shit! Ha ha ha
For Uh uh, man you're sick
Ha ha ha, for You got dat homie, I'm out