Luyện nghe bài hát There's a Price 2 Pay

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

one time

sitting at a red
trying to get my head
this girl pass with a
mentally
I reacted
my expanded
her number I
the questions I her were nice and discrete
but now in my passenger seat
up the beat
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
finally (uhh)
went to the bathroom I couldn't hold it
oh I down and I was trippin'
I'd seen blood drippin'
off the tip of my
it don't a genius
to she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick with
I'm in the mix, if you what I mean
the girl's only sixteen
your are hard
bootie's soft
but cutie I to drop you off
grabed my keys then down the street
to get rid of the braud
but her mama standing in the front
lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta
I looked kinda old with a fro and a
she at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my stote daytons
turned the shit up had the go knocking
stressing like a going back to Compton
turned down the and I was skatin' homey
department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few homey
why the fuck you these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they me
that I did was a felony
you can release your rap tape
when you doing time for statutorial rape

Padapapayaa...

Met this girl named Kim working at
she was and slim
she got a man but she don't to him
you let her tell it
that pussy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse,
her and her man is through a divorce
we kept talkin' so so far
we started back to my car
fired up the engine went to my
pulled down my pants, started on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this is odd
lost my as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, up my gat
I get rid of this hood rat
she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for this bitch to her ass home
ejaculation, took the bitch home with 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 talks shit
got to her house banged on the
threw my head back fired up herb
she asked me do you come in
I said wait a minute
who do you live
she said I'm single, I don't play shit
I lie I tell every guy
you gotta call me before you come by
I alright
put my car in
then I walked
I hit the for my '83 caddy
she was and yappin'
about her daddy
talkin' her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a lil' old
talkin' shit loud and
bitch talking but she his ass
said she him like 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 this hood-rat
I'm to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in chaos
but now I'm caught in some
but now I'm caught...
hey man
the TV and the was playin'
I couldn't quite figure out they was saying
they started escalating
and im sitting on the debating
I stay? should I leave?
should I this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye don't lie
you your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you me in
now look at the im in
my are sweaty
my muscles was
stood up fool I couldn't take the
I to the door kinda nervous
Im not for a funeral service
opened the door, and cool
I got eye with the fool
she talked him as if he was small
come to find out he's seven feet tall
I he smoke
he gave me a pound his hand
I right past the man
in my '83 Cadillac
drove down the street then I never back
went to the house the mic and started rappin'
about the shit that could've happened

bucooc!

Padapapayaa... [fade