Luyện nghe bài hát Yolanda's House

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

Jettin' bushes and backyards, neighbors 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 I'm lyin'

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 through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make
That's what I get for in them projects

Next thing you know, I'm in this bitch's crib
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 still slidin' on lipstick

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

Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white
up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the
Like, ooh, I my man, Meth goin' 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 on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Should've before you came in the spot
Ghost you wrong bustin' in here on the government
Got this chick screamin', grabbin the sheets, tryin' to her tits

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

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

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

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

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

You still shorty? I knew it
The big mouth that be yolkin' my balls out
Her little brother two bricks
You know the licks, a Maybach on twenty six
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a

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

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