Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fade Me

Drop a old school

Now the of Crystal is fillin' up my bladder
What's the time on the It don't matter
Had a pocket full of phone numbers I was to sort
To a long story short

Ran into girl named Sally
Knew her from the backseat of my homeboy's
She said up, yeah, what's the deal?
Check the weave, of course it ain't real

Then I down, she was fat in the front
I how long, she said, "About 6 months"
"Oh, how time flies you're havin' fun"
She said, "Yeah, but the is done"

"Where you been?", "On a vacation"
"Oh, by the way, congratulations, the lucky man?"
She said, "I got him on file"
she said, "It's Spice 1", and smiled

I my stout, then everything went blank
"Had a baby by you, the skank?"
She said, "Yeah, you remember that day?"
I thought back and tried to

I said, "Damn, are you sure it's mine?
My homies did the soultrain on ya of times"
She said, "That day, nah, I whorin' and your ass is mine"
That's when the sweat started

'Cause all I seen was Spice 1 up in
a gang on child support
Then I thought deep about up the fetti
I need to do is kick the bitch in the belly

Nah, 'cause I'd really be faded
murder one 'cause it was premeditated
What should I do, kidnap the bitch and
How many months left? Damn, 3
I'm gettin'

Goddamn, what the I done got myself into?
shit is dense
(Damn, I'm faded)

Muthafuckas tryin' to take my license and shit
(Bitch, you can't me)

This bitch got a grip on my muthafuckin' nuts,
(Damn, I'm faded)
But you know what? I finna go out

It's crazy, because before I could with her
I had to duck and dodge and try to creep her
See, the in the front was all in place
But the girl had a pit bull

So I ran, jumped, drove, swam, crawled, hid
Oh Lord, God
The see me at the hotel
'Cause I know they would to just go tell

in the hood that knows you're nasty
Elbows and and feet was hella ashy
So hold the big fat butt
'Cause yo, bitch, I got the three rubbers

She started gruntin' and like a wild boar
I hit the ass from Cali to
I dropped her off, man and now I'm
That hate myself in the mornin'

I got to help me forget
Damn, day, another hit
Shit, I'm gettin'

No cigars,
(Damn, you fade me)
You better fire up a muthafuckin' blunt and get hen dog

9 months she's ready to drop the load
And all the partners in the hood know
That it's 'posed to be mine and laughin' at me
You know Spice 1 can't be havin' G

Thinkin' to myself, why did I bang
Now I'm in the closet lookin' for the
Kaos, Vic Rock and [Incomprehensible] let up
They won't shut up, I'm fed up

'Cause I know, you're to break me
And if I out you're tryin' to fade me
I'ma clock yo' ass my shoe
Beat you and leave a crown or two

night she went into labor
And the shit is gettin' kinda
The came out, damn, it was a lifesaver
Lookin' my next door neighbor

She said it was mine, that was her guess
But let's the results of the blood test
I started smilin', yeah, 'cause it negative
Damn, why did I let her

After I shoulda got the gat
And bust and and illed and peeled the cap
But no, I told the hoe who laid me
"Excuse me, bitch, it's a switch, you can't me"

Nah, bitch, it ain't even finna go down like
A nigga like me ain't finna go for the doke
(The bitch to fade me)
The bitch out here thinkin' she get a for his cash and shit
a muthafucka for some type of bitch ass nigga

But you know what? Before I go for the doke, hoe
(You fade me)
let the pistol smoke and that's real
(The tryin' to fade)