Luyện nghe bài hát Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter's Daughter

God
I come to you a
And I humbly repent for my
I believe Jesus is Lord
I believe you raised him from the dead
I will ask that will come to my life
And be my and Savior
I receive to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from day forth
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious
In name, Amen

I met her at house party on El Segundo and Central
She had the credentials of strippers in
Ass came a hump from the jump she was a camel
I to ride like Arabians
an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my is Kendrick"
She "No, you're handsome"
Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her
Ciara had in the background
The parade music we had us all wearing shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said "Down the street Dominguez High"
Okay, I that's borderline Compton or Paramount
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and quickly start her eyes and
I strictly had wanted her around me
Seventeen, with nothing but stuck on my mental
My motive was sinful
"What you to get into?"
She didn't tell, gave me her Nextel
Dropped the number, we chirped the summer and well

The had passed and now I'm liking her
Conversation we probably enticing her
Who could imagine, my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless fuck cause the trife in us
It's deep rooted, the of being young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact it's much louder where I'm
We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack
She live with her granny and her younger two
Her favorite cousin Demetrius'
Family of gang banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to me from getting a nut
I wanna come over, up?
That's what I told her soon as episode
Of go off
I'm to get off
I was in heat a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Probably hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart
my momma's keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy

So now I'm Rosecrans in a Caravan
Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me the traffic jam
At least I hope cause my pockets as a promise man
I'm thinking bout that sex, bout her thighs
Or maybe on her neck, or maybe what positions next
Sent a picture of her blowing up my texts
I at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch of a she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis for ransom
I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and feet
And six steps from where she stay, she me 'cross the street
I pulled up a on my face, and then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my rang