Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How much longer will we from hunger?)
(How much will we suffer?)
[Intro - DJ On Point - (*echo*)
Make sure you pay attention on this joint
We this one Secrets
Another joint by the Klasix ...
My nigga G, Brooklyn
Can't mixtapemurder.com, my nigga A.G., what up?
(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
(How longer will we suffer from hunger?)
[Joe Budden - talking behind the (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in that mood
[Verse 1 - Joe (*Emanny harmonizes throughout*)
Her name was Doll, real name Sasha
Stripped out in
, a regular stopper (uh)
Club hopper, tell 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 communication with the
(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 complexion (with the complexion)
With no ratchet on her, usin sex as a
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her named Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came home for some charges unknown (for some unknown)
It's probably (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
Chyna still go to work like she be the cash
Got his name on her
Real impolite, I made it rain on her once and bitch (BITCH!) couldn't say you' (OH!)
me loose, but you'd fuck 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 spikin her
Puttin drugs in her (in her liquor)
dubs when they tip her
She high, makin it clap, screamin 'fuck them niggas!' (fuck them other niggas!)
Jerome jealous, used to come through clappin at niggas
That put hands on her (used to come through clappin at niggas that put they hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity (every fantasy, sufferin from vanity, OH!)
I 'member she broke for a short stint
So she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent (so she fuckin niggas just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody that would get her bent (anybody that get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and with dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the world fulfillin her
It's a disease, grandmother takin care of her
Now everybody she be with (she be with), keep her weeded (keep gettin her weeded)
She dropped out of school, felt it was no needed
Low self-esteem, a broken and shattered dreams
Got comin out of her jeans
Get money by any means, anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside, to up what's inside
That one time bad (dog), don't even look average
Borrows her clothes, no more money for
Saks Fifth (for Fifth)
proposed, now they awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he how many niggas had smashed it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre to pipe her, them two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm guessin he liked her (guessin he really liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not the label
See her is Faith, but he ain't never been faithful (never been faithful)
She used to get raiseful, yellin out 'I you!' (I hate you!)
Been him since 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 mates too (went and got some other mates 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
his whole check on her damn near every pay day
Already fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the club
Chyna him a lap dance, gettin her tits rubbed
Zipper like he just finished gettin his dick sucked
'Rome his fists up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck (OH!)
Security kicked 'em out, blastin DJ Unk
I saw runnin over towards his trunk
But Chyna came and stopped it, before popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin, kept creepin, he ain't stop (he ain't stop shit)
I tried to talk to him, he ain't the message
She sickly skinny, exceedin anorexic
Coughin every minute (OH!), which to me kind of (OH!)
If you gon' have ya cape on, nigga take her to the clinic (nigga her to the clinic)
But he don't to listen and no he never told me
He bring bitch everywhere, treat her like a trophy
I know dude, I already know that when he go her
He open, he divin in, no rubber (no rubber)
I seen shit comin, call me a psychic (call me a psychic)
He tryin keep tabs on her, her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See every night, pick her up in that Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a girl nigga, at least do it in private (at do it in private)
I mean he treatin Chyna like a fly chick (like a fly chick)
Talkin dirty to her '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 long after 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 deep secret (fuckin with deep secret)
Not even thinkin about her man or her
Dre turned around and took her for takin his
And I ain't mad at you for spendin a few
I thought you better than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard 'don't lay your head, where you
You got your shovel out, dug yourself a huge
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 findin where dude live
He came in that fifth in dude's ribs
That's two individuals for God's sake
Jerome to jail three days after her wake
Dre's at home, in shock, she can't believe it
Wishin she told him about her big, big secret
[Outro - Joe Budden - (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
Maybe y'all hear me
Y'all in that yet?
I don't think they me (I don't think they understand me)
Let the rock out (let the guitars rock out)
If I went to fast, maybe you to slow
Ya (ya heard?)
[DJ On Point - talking behind (*echo*)
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