Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How longer will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much will we suffer?)
[Intro - DJ On - talking] (*echo*)
sure you pay close attention on this joint
We call this one
Another produced by the Klasix ...
My nigga G, downtown
Can't mixtapemurder.com, my nigga A.G., what 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 yet?
[Verse 1 - Joe (*Emanny harmonizes throughout*)
Her name was Chyna Doll, real Sasha
Stripped out in
, a regular show (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't her nada
Can't even talk to her, if it ain't about a dollar (can't even to her, if it ain't about a dollar)
in the latest, Esay, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no with the father
(no communication the father, OH!)
She nineteen, lookin the truth is sickenin (WHAT?)
But boo was trickin, to pay school (school tuition)
A figure with the best complexion (with the best complexion)
With no on her, usin sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's Jerome (her man's named Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came home for some charges unknown (for charges unknown)
It's probably (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
Chyna 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 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 Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, her life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come through spikin her
Puttin drugs in her (in her liquor)
throwin dubs they tip her
She high, makin it clap, screamin 'fuck other niggas!' (fuck them other niggas!)
Jerome type jealous, used to come clappin at niggas
That put they hands on her (used to come through clappin at niggas that put hands on her)
Cause of the insanity, fired her Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, sufferin from vanity (every man's fantasy, sufferin vanity, OH!)
I 'member she went broke for a stint
So she started fuckin niggas to pay her rent (so she started fuckin niggas just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody would get her bent (anybody that would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and cars dark tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the fulfillin her greed
It's a disease, 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 longer
Low self-esteem, a broken home and shattered
Got Chyna out of her jeans
Get money by any means, wearin anything that's tight
Pretties up the outside, to cover up what's
That one time bad bitch (dog), don't even average
Borrows her friend's clothes, no money for
Saks Fifth (for Fifth)
proposed, now they awaitin marriage (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how many niggas had it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre to pipe her, them two was creepin
It was than just beatin, I'm guessin he really liked her (guessin he really liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not the label
See her name is Faith, but he ain't never faithful (never been faithful)
She used to get raiseful, out 'I hate you!' (I hate you!)
Been with him since he was and he ain't grateful (he ain't grateful)
Now the nigga's able, stable (financially stable)
But she turned the tables, and got some other mates too (went and got some other mates too)
That never her from rummagin through his shit
Dre neglectin home, fuckin around with bitch
her on vacas, pick her up for late stays
Spent his whole check on her damn every pay day
Already fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the strip
givin him a lap dance, gettin her tits rubbed
Zipper down like he finished gettin his dick sucked
'Rome threw his fists up, but Dre couldn't a fuck (OH!)
Security kicked 'em out, speakers DJ Unk
I saw Jerome runnin towards his trunk
But Chyna came and it, before Jerome popped it
Dre ain't learn nothin, creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't stop shit)
I tried to talk to him, he ain't heed the
She lookin sickly skinny, exceedin
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 want to listen and no he never told 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 in, no rubber (no rubber)
I seen this 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 other night, pick her up in Hybrid (pick her up in that Hybrid)
You got a girl nigga, at do it in private (at least do it in private)
I mean he really treatin 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 it?' (OH!)
But not long after out he had the virus (OH!)
Now heated, anger's deep seeded (anger's deep seeded)
He thinks she runnin 'round, with this deep secret (fuckin with this deep secret)
Not even thinkin her man or her kids
Dre around and took her life 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 head, where you shit?'
You got your shovel out, dug a huge ditch
Dumb motherfucker, now you facin two
And can't even run from the law, you too (and can't even run from the law, you too sick)
Jerome wasted no time findin where 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
girl at home, in shock, she can't believe it
Wishin she would've told him her big, big secret
- Joe Budden - talking] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in that mood
y'all ain't hear me
Y'all in mood yet?
I don't think understand me (I don't think they understand me)
Let the rock 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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