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

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

I met her at house party on El Segundo and Central
She had the credentials of strippers in
Ass came with a hump the jump she was a camel
I to ride like Arabians
an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my is Kendrick"
She "No, you're handsome"
in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing
Ciara had in the background
The music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said "Down the street from High"
Okay, I know that's Compton or Paramount
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and start batting her eyes and
I strictly had wanted her thighs me
Seventeen, with but pussy 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 whole summer and

The summer had passed and now I'm her
Conversation we having enticing her
Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up her
Love or lust, we'll fuck cause the trife in us
It's deep rooted, the of being young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact it's louder where I'm from
We know a lot each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her two brothers
Her cousin Demetrius' reputable
Family history of banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me getting a nut
I come over, what's up?
That's what I told her as this episode
Of go off
I'm to get off
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got heart
Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, oh boy

So now I'm Rosecrans in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas in need of a pump
I got enough to get me the traffic jam
At least I cause my pockets broke as a promise man
I'm thinking bout that sex, thinking bout her
Or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe positions next
a picture of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the of a woman she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk Curtis Jackson for ransom
I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Anthem
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty
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