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

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

I met her at this house party on El and Central
She had the credentials of strippers in
Ass came with a hump the jump she was a camel
I want to like Arabians
an '04 Mercedes-Benz
"Hello my is Kendrick"
She "No, you're handsome"
Whispered in my ear, disappeared found her dancing
Ciara had played in the
The parade music we made had us all shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said "Down the street Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and quickly start her eyes and
I had wanted her thighs 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 summer had and now I'm liking her
Conversation we probably enticing her
Who could imagine, maybe my would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless fuck cause the trife in us
deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact much louder where I'm from
We know a lot 'bout each other, her was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her younger two
Her cousin Demetrius' reputable
Family history of banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from a nut
I wanna come over, up?
That's I told her soon as this episode
Of go off
I'm to get off
I was in heat a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Probably could me, but fuck it I got some heart
Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, oh boy

So now I'm down in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in of a pump
I got enough to get me through the jam
At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a man
I'm thinking bout sex, thinking bout her thighs
Or maybe kissing on her neck, or what positions next
Sent a picture of her blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my bumper into Corvette
by the touch of a woman she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn star off the Goose
I had a in the trunk like Curtis Jackson 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 waving me the street
I pulled up a on my face, and then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone