Luyện nghe bài hát U Can't Fade Me

Drop a old school

Now the taste of is fillin' up my bladder
the time on the Rolie? It don't matter
Had a full of phone numbers I was tryin' to sort
To make a long story

Ran into this named Sally
Knew her from the of my homeboy's Navi
She what's up, yeah, what's the deal?
Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't

Then I down, she was fat in the front
I how long, she said, "About 6 months"
"Oh, how time when 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"
Then she said, "It's Spice 1", and

I dropped my stout, then everything blank
"Had a baby by you, the skank?"
She said, "Yeah, don't you that day?"
I thought back and tried to

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

'Cause all I was Spice 1 up in court
Paying a gang on support
Then I deep about givin' up the fetti
What I need to do is kick the in the belly

Nah, 'cause then I'd be faded
That's murder one 'cause it was
What I do, kidnap the bitch and flee?
How many months Damn, only 3
I'm gettin'

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

Muthafuckas tryin' to my driver's 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 ain't go out

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

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

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

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

I got drunk to me forget
Damn, another day, hit
Shit, I'm faded

No cigars,
(Damn, you can't me)
You better fire up a blunt and get some hen dog

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

Thinkin' to myself, why did I bang
Now I'm in the closet for the hanger
Kaos, Vic Rock and won't let up
won't shut up, I'm gettin' fed up

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

night she went into labor
And the is gettin' kinda major
The baby came out, damn, it was a
Lookin' like my door neighbor

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

After I shoulda got the gat
And bust and rushed and and peeled the cap
But no, I just told the hoe who me
"Excuse me, bitch, a switch, you can't fade me"

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

But you know what? I go for the okey doke, hoe
(You can't me)
I'ma let the pistol smoke and real
(The bitch to fade)