Luyện nghe bài hát Secrets

(How much longer will we suffer hunger?)
(How much will we suffer?)
[Intro - DJ On - talking] (*echo*)
sure you pay close attention on this joint
We this one Secrets
Another joint produced by the ...
My nigga G, downtown
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(How much will we suffer from hunger?)
(How much longer will we suffer hunger?)
Budden - talking behind the Intro] (*Emanny harmonizing*)
Y'all in mood yet?
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden] (*Emanny throughout*)
Her name was Chyna Doll, real Sasha
Stripped out in
, a regular stopper (uh)
Club hopper, couldn't tell her
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 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 the best complexion (with the best complexion)
With no ratchet on her, sex as a weapon
(usin sex as a weapon)
Her man's named Jerome (her man's Jerome)
Highschool sweetheart, but just came home for some charges unknown (for charges unknown)
It's probably (probably domestic), he be beatin her ass
still go to work like she be needin the cash
Got his on her ankle
impolite, I made 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 +Black Lost+, she need Jesus (she need Jesus)
Bisexual, live her life on the
Newark niggas used to come through spikin her
drugs in her liquor (in her liquor)
throwin dubs they tip her
She high, makin it clap, screamin 'fuck them other niggas!' (fuck them niggas!)
type jealous, used 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, her from Fantasies (cause of the insanity, fired her from Fantasies)
Every man's fantasy, sufferin vanity (every man's 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 started fuckin just to pay her rent)
Started fuckin anybody that would get her (anybody that would get her bent)
Frequentin hotels and cars with tints (frequentin hotels and cars with dark tints)
But she never home, in the world fulfillin her
It's a disease, takin care of her seeds
Now she be with (she be with), keep 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 comin out of her jeans
Get by any means, wearin anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside, to cover up inside
one time bad bitch (dog), don't even look average
Borrows her friend's clothes, no more for
Saks (for Saks Fifth)
Jerome proposed, now they awaitin (awaitin marriage)
Little did he know how many niggas had it (whoa, whoa, oh, HO!)
Dre used to pipe her, two was creepin
It was more than just beatin, I'm guessin he really liked her (guessin he liked her)
Dre got a girl, maybe not with the
See her name is Faith, but he never been faithful (never been faithful)
She to get raiseful, yellin out 'I hate you!' (I hate you!)
Been him since he was broke and he ain't grateful (he ain't grateful)
Now the able, financially stable (financially stable)
But she the tables, went and got some other mates too (went and got some other mates too)
That never stopped her from rummagin through his
Dre neglectin home, around with this bitch
Takin her on vacas, pick her up for late
Spent his whole check on her damn near pay day
Already fought 'rome when he caught Dre at the club
Chyna him a lap dance, gettin her tits rubbed
Zipper down like he just finished his dick sucked
'Rome threw his up, but Dre couldn't give a fuck (OH!)
kicked 'em out, speakers blastin DJ Unk
I saw runnin over towards his trunk
But Chyna came and stopped it, before Jerome it
Dre ain't nothin, kept creepin, he ain't stop shit (he ain't stop shit)
I to talk to him, he ain't heed the message
She lookin sickly skinny, anorexic
Coughin every (OH!), which to me kind of hinted (OH!)
If you gon' have ya cape on, nigga her to the clinic (nigga take her to the clinic)
But he want to listen and no he never told me
He bring that bitch everywhere, treat her a trophy
I know dude, I already know when 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 tabs on her, bought her a Sidekick (bought her a Sidekick, OH!)
See other night, pick her up in that 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 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 like (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 thinkin 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 better than wifin that loose bitch
You never heard 'don't lay head, where you shit?'
You got your shovel out, dug yourself a huge
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 blazin that in dude's ribs
two individuals gone for God's sake
Jerome went to jail three days 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 mood
I don't think understand me (I don't think they understand me)
Let the guitars rock out (let the guitars out)
If I to fast, maybe you listenin to slow
Ya (ya heard?)
[DJ On - talking behind Outro] (*echo*)
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