Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How much longer we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer we suffer?)
[Intro - DJ On - talking] (*echo*)
sure you pay close attention on this joint
We call this one
Another joint by the Klasix ...
My nigga G, Brooklyn
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(How much longer we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer will we suffer hunger?)
[Joe Budden - talking the Intro] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] (*Emanny throughout*)
Her name was Chyna Doll, real Sasha
out in Jersey
, a regular stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't her nada
Can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar (can't even talk to her, if it about a dollar)
in the latest, Esay, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no with the father
(no communication the father, OH!)
She nineteen, like the truth is sickenin (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay tuition (school tuition)
A hourglass figure with the best complexion (with the complexion)
no ratchet on her, usin sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her named Jerome)
sweetheart, but just came home for some charges unknown (for some charges unknown)
It's probably (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
still go to work like she be needin the cash
Got his name on her
impolite, I made it rain on her once and bitch (BITCH!) couldn't say 'thank you' (OH!)
Call me loose, but you'd shorty too
I'm 36, 24, 42
She be at The Tea Cup
(be at The Tea Cup)
of Chardonnay and E'd up
A +Black Girl Lost+, she need (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, her life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come through her drink
Puttin drugs in her (in her liquor)
throwin dubs when tip her
She high, it clap, screamin 'fuck them other niggas!' (fuck them other niggas!)
Jerome jealous, used to come through clappin at niggas
That put they hands on her (used to come clappin at niggas that put they hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, her from Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, from vanity (every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity, OH!)
I she went broke for a short stint
So she started niggas just to pay her rent (so she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent)
fuckin anybody that would get her bent (anybody that would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the fulfillin her greed
It's a disease, grandmother care of her seeds
Now everybody she be with (she be with), keep her weeded (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no longer
Low self-esteem, a broken home and dreams
Got Chyna comin out of her
Get money by any means, anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside, to up what's inside
one time bad bitch (dog), don't even look average
Borrows her clothes, no more money for
Fifth (for Saks Fifth)
Jerome proposed, now awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how niggas had smashed it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre used to pipe her, two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm guessin he really liked her (guessin he really her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not the label
See her name is Faith, but he never been faithful (never been faithful)
She used to get raiseful, yellin out 'I you!' (I hate you!)
with him since he was broke and he ain't grateful (he ain't grateful)
Now the nigga's able, financially (financially stable)
But she turned the tables, went and got some other mates too (went and got other mates too)
never stopped her from rummagin through his shit
Dre neglectin home, fuckin with this bitch
Takin her on vacas, pick her up for late
Spent his whole check on her near every pay day
Already fought when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin him a lap dance, gettin her tits
Zipper down like he just gettin his dick sucked
'Rome threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't a fuck (OH!)
Security 'em out, speakers blastin DJ Unk
I saw Jerome runnin over his trunk
But came and stopped it, before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin, creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't stop shit)
I tried to to him, he ain't heed the message
She sickly skinny, exceedin anorexic
Coughin every minute (OH!), which to me kind of (OH!)
If you gon' have ya on, nigga take her to the clinic (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he don't want to and no he never told me
He bring bitch everywhere, treat her like a trophy
I know dude, I already that when he go fuck her
He wide open, he divin in, no (no rubber)
I seen this shit comin, call me a (call me a psychic)
He keep tabs on her, bought her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See every other night, pick her up in that Hybrid (pick her up in Hybrid)
You got a nigga, at least do it in private (at least do it in private)
I mean he really treatin Chyna like a fly (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her like 'Damn, love how you ride dick' (damn, how you ride dick, OH!)
She be on top screamin, 'Daddy, how you like (OH!)
But not long after found out he had the (OH!)
Now he's heated, deep seeded (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she 'round, fuckin with this deep secret (fuckin with this deep secret)
Not even about her man or her kids
Dre turned and took her life for takin his
And I ain't mad at you for spendin a few
I you knew better than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard lay your head, where you shit?'
You got your out, dug yourself a huge ditch
Dumb motherfucker, now you facin two
And can't even run the law, you too sick (and can't even run from the law, you too sick)
Jerome wasted no time findin dude live
He in blazin that fifth in dude's ribs
That's two individuals for God's sake
Jerome went to jail days after her wake
Dre's girl at home, in shock, she can't it
Wishin she would've told him her big, big secret
[Outro - Joe Budden - (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in that mood
Maybe ain't hear me
Y'all in that yet?
I don't think they understand me (I don't think understand me)
Let the guitars rock out (let the rock out)
If I went to fast, maybe you to slow
Ya (ya heard?)
[DJ On - talking behind Outro] (*echo*)
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