Luyện nghe bài hát There's a Price 2 Pay

yeah... there's a price to pay for the you lay
gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or life get took
get a girl, a or a playboy book

one time

sitting at a red
trying to get my right
this girl pass a monster-ass
mentally
I reacted
my expanded
her number I
the I asked her were nice and discrete
but now in my passenger seat
turn up the
went to my
fucked without a
oh, it felt in her asshole
she was sexy
her was Morgan
I loved the way she my reproductive organ
I road it and it
unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because I hold it
oh I looked and I was trippin'
because I'd seen blood
off the tip of my
it don't a genius
to she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick detergent
I'm in the mix, if you know what I
'cause the only sixteen
your are hard
your bootie's
but cutie I to drop you off
grabed my keys then smashed down the
to get rid of the braud
but her mama in the front yard
at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda old with a fro and a
she at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote
turned the shit up had the bass go
like a mothafucker going back to Compton
turned down the and I was skatin' homey
Sheriff department straight on me
we just to ask a few questions homey
why the fuck you these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now tellin' me
shit I did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap
when you through doing time for statutorial

Padapapayaa...

Met this girl Kim working at [M&M?]
she was and slim
she got a man but she talk to him
you don't let her it
sniff that pussy you can probably it
she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is through a divorce
we talkin' so good so far
we walkin' back to my car
up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but a nimfo
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god girl is odd
my vision as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, up my gat
I gotta get rid of this rat
she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for bitch to take her ass home
after ejaculation, took the bitch home no conversation
no more Luther or s
I pulled out my too short tape
I'm playin' too and the shit still hit
Ima make the bitch walk if she some shit
got to her banged on the curve
threw my head fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna in
I said a minute woman
who do you live
she said I'm single, I don't that shit
I don't lie I tell guy
you gotta call me first before you by
I alright
put my car in
then I inside
I hit the for my '83 caddy
she was yippin' and
about her baby
with her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a old bitch
talkin' shit and fast
talking but she kicked his ass
said she socked him a lil' old hoe
we was by a knock on the door
who's that where's my gat
I hope I don't die fucking with hood-rat
I'm to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in some
but now I'm in some chaos
but now I'm caught...
hey man
the TV and the radio was
I couldn't figure out what they was saying
they voices escalating
and im sitting on the couch
should I stay? I leave?
I grab this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye bitch lie
you knew your baby-daddy was to come by
and you me in
now at the shape im in
my palms are
my muscles was
stood up fool I couldn't take the
I walked to the door nervous
Im not ready for a funeral
the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact the fool
she about him as if he was small
come to find out like seven feet tall
I smoke he
he me a pound with his hand
I walked right the man
jumped in my '83
drove down the street then I came back
to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin'
about the scandiling shit could've happened

bucooc!

Padapapayaa... [fade