Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

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