Luyện nghe bài hát Yolanda's House

Yeah yo, I'm skinned up, is scuffed
Still earlier around four, how I escaped the bust?
The way I fell, cracked the of my watch
My man's chantin' me on like, "Run son, go up in the spot"

Jettin' bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
is barkin', all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm to think and toss the iron
Bomb in my sweats got me runnin', funny, you think I'm

May God strike me if he don't me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my
Tryin' to focus up and progress
That's what I get for slingin' in projects

Next you know, I'm in this bitch's crib chillin'
Told her my story and like this, I had her in the ceiling
me fried fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doin' this, the bitch still on lipstick

Now I got the fat stomach on, she a dutch
I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to
Like, come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom
She finished off the one, oh shit, I hear the cops

and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, the door
Like, ooh, I my man, Meth goin' in raw
So he up, balls out, hid in the closet
I'm laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet"

Now, let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda you on?
Should've knocked before you in the spot
you wrong bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this screamin', grabbin the sheets, tryin' to cover her tits

She's asthmatic and you son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin', to grab the gun
real man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a time in a man's life, he toss his pack and run
You know we like Crack and Pun

But Mr. JFK, state your after that be one
Now can it be that you hot
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to you for?
Can't believe you blowin' the Lord

My chick is buggin', she
My dick keep slippin' out my drawers
Now I'm caught up in the drug
Niggas is callin' my horn, is hittin' every corner we on

Can't understand it, a thug thing
And in the moment of
I'm interrupted by Shallah

I need my Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds
Tone, get at me, all them little clients want work
He know we fresh out, tell the kid me, matter of fact beep me
Word to mother, Lord, son he got me

You still fuckin' I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my out
Her little wanted two bricks
You know the nigga licks, a on twenty six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a

He me foul shit, wild shit
That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no, that Steve Rifkind style
Hit me with other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a

That was rooster's little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who us a boost
He gave them things on the arm, for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm,