Luyện nghe bài hát Yolanda's House

Yeah yo, I'm skinned up, is scuffed
Still buggin' earlier around four, how I the bust?
The way I fell, cracked the of my watch
My man's me on like, "Run son, don't go up in the spot"

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

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

Next thing you know, I'm in this crib chillin'
her my story and like this, I had her legs in the ceiling
Cookin' me fried fish sticks, hot 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 to fuck
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 revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid the wall, opened 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?
knocked before you came in the spot
Ghost you bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin', grabbin the sheets, to cover her tits

asthmatic and you laughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin', tryin' to the gun
Shit's man, you spazzin' dun
comes a time in a man's life, he gotta 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 lock you
Can't believe you the spot Lord

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

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

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

You still shorty? 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, a dick

He told me foul shit, shit
That nigga wear a lot of shit, no, that Steve Rifkind style shit
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 them things on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and the alarm, c'mon