Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How much longer will we from hunger?)
(How much will we suffer?)
- DJ On Point - talking] (*echo*)
Make sure you pay close attention on this
We this one Secrets
Another joint by the Klasix ...
My nigga G, downtown
Can't forget mixtapemurder.com, my A.G., what up?
(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer will we from hunger?)
[Joe Budden - talking the Intro] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
in that mood yet?
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] (*Emanny throughout*)
Her name was Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in
, a show stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't tell her
even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar (can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar)
Stayed in the latest, Esay, Gucci,
Two kids, no communication the father
(no communication the father, OH!)
She nineteen, lookin like the is sickenin (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay school (school tuition)
A hourglass figure with the best (with the best complexion)
With no ratchet on her, sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her named Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but came home for some charges unknown (for some charges unknown)
It's domestic (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
Chyna still go to work she be needin the cash
Got his name on her
Real impolite, I made it 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 +Black Lost+, she need Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, live her life on the
Newark used to come through spikin her drink
Puttin in her liquor (in her liquor)
dubs when they tip her
She high, makin it clap, screamin them other niggas!' (fuck them other niggas!)
Jerome type jealous, to come through clappin at niggas
That put they hands on her (used to come through at niggas that put they hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, fired her from (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity (every man's fantasy, from vanity, OH!)
I 'member she went broke for a short
So she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent (so she started fuckin just to pay her rent)
fuckin anybody that would get her bent (anybody that would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars dark tints)
But she never home, in the world her greed
It's a disease, grandmother takin of her seeds
Now everybody she be with (she be with), keep gettin her (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no needed
Low self-esteem, a broken home and dreams
Got Chyna comin out of her
Get money by any means, wearin anything that's skin
Pretties up the outside, to up what's inside
That one time bad bitch (dog), don't even look
Borrows her clothes, no more money for
Saks (for Saks Fifth)
proposed, now they 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 been faithful (never been faithful)
She used to get raiseful, yellin out 'I 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 some other too)
That never stopped her from rummagin his shit
Dre neglectin home, around with this bitch
Takin her on vacas, her up for late stays
Spent his whole on her damn near every pay day
fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the strip club
Chyna givin him a lap dance, her tits rubbed
Zipper down like he finished gettin his dick sucked
'Rome threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't a fuck (OH!)
kicked 'em out, speakers blastin DJ Unk
I saw Jerome runnin towards his trunk
But Chyna 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 lookin sickly skinny, exceedin
Coughin every minute (OH!), which to me kind of (OH!)
If you gon' have ya cape on, nigga take her to the (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he don't want to listen and no he told me
He that bitch everywhere, treat her like a trophy
I know dude, I already know that when he go her
He wide open, he divin in, no (no rubber)
I seen this shit comin, me a psychic (call me a psychic)
He tryin tabs on her, bought her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See every other night, her up in that Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a girl nigga, at do it in private (at least do it in private)
I he really treatin Chyna like a fly chick (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her like 'Damn, love how you dick' (damn, love how you ride dick, OH!)
She be on top screamin, 'Daddy, how you it?' (OH!)
But not long found out he had the virus (OH!)
Now he's heated, deep seeded (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she runnin 'round, fuckin with this deep (fuckin with this deep secret)
Not even thinkin about her man or her
Dre around and took her life for takin his
And I ain't mad at you for a few chips
I thought you knew better than that loose bitch
You never heard lay your head, where you shit?'
You got your shovel out, dug yourself a ditch
Dumb motherfucker, now you two bids
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 where dude
He came in blazin that fifth in ribs
That's two gone for God's sake
went to jail three days after her wake
Dre's girl at home, in shock, she believe it
Wishin she would've told him about her big, big
[Outro - Joe Budden - (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
Maybe y'all ain't me
Y'all in mood yet?
I don't they understand me (I don't think they understand me)
Let the guitars out (let the guitars rock out)
If I went to fast, you listenin to slow
Ya (ya heard?)
[DJ On Point - behind Outro] (*echo*)
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