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 Jesus is
I believe that you raised him from the
I ask that Jesus will come to my life
And be my Lord and
I receive Jesus to control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your blood
In name, Amen

I met her at this house party on El Segundo and
She had the credentials of strippers in
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a
I want to ride Arabians
Push an '04
"Hello my is Kendrick"
She said "No, handsome"
in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing
Ciara had in the background
The parade music we made had us all wearing now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said "Down the from Dominguez High"
Okay, I that's borderline Compton or Paramount
"Well is it Compton?"
"No," she replied and quickly start batting her and
I strictly had wanted her thighs me
Seventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my
My was rather sinful
"What you to get into?"
She didn't tell, just me her Nextel
the number, we chirped the whole summer and well

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, 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 where I'm from
We a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live her granny and her younger two brothers
Her favorite cousin Demetrius'
Family of gang banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me getting a nut
I wanna over, what's up?
That's what I her soon as this episode
Of go off
I'm to get off
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of thirsty
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got heart
Grab my keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy

So now I'm down in a Caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a
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 what next
Sent a picture of her titties up my texts
I at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
by the touch of a woman she's a masseuse
And I'm a professional porn when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for
I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Anthem
I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty
And six steps where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street
I up a smile on my face, and then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies, I as my phone rang