Luyện nghe bài hát Yolanda's House

Yeah yo, I'm up, Nike's 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' through bushes and backyards, is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin', all you 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 me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath
The weed got me paranoid, my heart's through my chest
Tryin' to up and make progress
what I get for slingin' in them projects

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

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

Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her Yorkie
Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs 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 laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was Jesus' little niece, little nooses
Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a
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