Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much will we suffer?)
[Intro - DJ On Point - (*echo*)
Make sure you pay close on this joint
We call one Secrets
Another joint by the Klasix ...
My nigga G, Brooklyn
Can't forget mixtapemurder.com, my nigga A.G., up?
(How much longer will we suffer hunger?)
(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
[Joe Budden - talking the Intro] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in that mood
1 - Joe Budden] (*Emanny harmonizes throughout*)
Her name was Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in
, a regular stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't 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)
Stayed in the latest, Esay, Gucci,
Two kids, no with the father
(no with the father, OH!)
She nineteen, lookin like the truth is (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay school (school tuition)
A hourglass figure with the best complexion (with the complexion)
With no on her, usin sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her named Jerome (her man's named Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came home for some unknown (for some charges unknown)
It's domestic (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
still go to work like she be needin the cash
Got his on her ankle
Real impolite, I made it rain on her once and bitch (BITCH!) couldn't say 'thank (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)
Drunk of and E'd up
A +Black Girl Lost+, she Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, live her life on the
Newark niggas used to come through her drink
drugs in her liquor (in her liquor)
throwin dubs they tip her
She high, makin it clap, 'fuck them other niggas!' (fuck them other niggas!)
type 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, sufferin from vanity (every fantasy, sufferin from vanity, OH!)
I 'member she went broke for a stint
So she started niggas just to pay her rent (so she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody that get her bent (anybody that would get her bent)
hotels and cars with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the world her greed
a disease, grandmother takin care of her seeds
Now everybody she be with (she be with), gettin her weeded (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no needed
Low self-esteem, a broken home and shattered
Got Chyna out of her jeans
Get money by any means, wearin that's skin tight
up the outside, to cover up what's inside
That one time bad bitch (dog), even look average
her friend's clothes, no more money for
Saks (for Saks Fifth)
Jerome proposed, now awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how many had smashed it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre used to her, them two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm guessin he really her (guessin he really liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not the label
See her name is Faith, but he ain't been faithful (never been faithful)
She to get raiseful, yellin out 'I hate you!' (I hate you!)
Been with him since he was broke and he ain't grateful (he grateful)
Now the nigga's able, stable (financially stable)
But she turned the tables, went and got some other mates too (went and got other mates too)
That never stopped her from through his shit
Dre neglectin home, fuckin around this bitch
Takin her on vacas, pick her up for late
Spent his whole check on her damn every pay day
fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin him a lap dance, gettin her rubbed
Zipper down like he just finished gettin his dick
threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck (OH!)
Security kicked 'em out, blastin DJ Unk
I saw Jerome runnin over his trunk
But Chyna came and stopped it, before popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin, kept creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't shit)
I tried to talk to him, he ain't heed the
She lookin sickly skinny, anorexic
Coughin every minute (OH!), which to me kind of (OH!)
If you have ya cape on, nigga take her to the clinic (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he want to listen and no he never told me
He that bitch everywhere, treat her like a trophy
I know dude, I know that when he go fuck her
He wide open, he divin in, no (no rubber)
I seen this comin, call me a psychic (call me a psychic)
He tryin keep on her, bought her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See every other night, pick her up in Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a nigga, at least do it in private (at least do it in private)
I mean he really Chyna like a fly chick (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her like 'Damn, love how you ride dick' (damn, love how you dick, OH!)
She be on top screamin, 'Daddy, how you like (OH!)
But not long after out he had the virus (OH!)
Now he's heated, anger's seeded (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she runnin 'round, fuckin with this deep (fuckin with this deep secret)
Not even about her man or her kids
Dre turned around and took her life for his
And I ain't mad at you for spendin a few
I thought you knew than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard 'don't lay your head, you shit?'
You got your shovel out, dug yourself a huge
Dumb motherfucker, now you facin two
And even run from the law, you too sick (and can't even run from the law, you too sick)
Jerome no time findin where dude live
He came in blazin that in dude's ribs
That's two individuals gone for sake
went to jail three days after her wake
Dre's at home, in shock, she can't believe it
Wishin she would've him about her big, big secret
- Joe Budden - talking] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
y'all ain't hear me
Y'all in that yet?
I don't they understand me (I don't think they 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 Point - talking Outro] (*echo*)
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