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 face of my
My man's chantin' me on like, "Run son, go up in the spot"

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

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

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

Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a
I'm playin' with her on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like, come here miss wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit, I the cops

Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white
Jettin' up the stairs, pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid the wall, opened the door
Like, ooh, I seen my man, Meth in raw
So he jumped up, balls out, hid in the
I'm dyin' laughin', he "Yo Starks be quiet"

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my out
Her brother 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 shit
Hit me with some 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 on the arm, said for us to be calm
And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm,