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 me on like, "Run son, don't go up in the spot"

Jettin' bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out
Dogs is barkin', all you hear is the car's
I'm tryin' to think and toss the
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 through my chest
Tryin' to focus up and make
what I get for slingin' in them projects

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

Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a
I'm with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck
Like, come here miss 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
Jettin' up the stairs, them want revenge like Porky's
So I slid, hid behind the wall, the door
Like, ooh, I seen my man, Meth in raw
So he up, balls out, hid in the closet
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
you wrong bustin' in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin', grabbin the sheets, tryin' to cover her

asthmatic and you laughin' 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 life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You we family like Crack and Pun

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

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

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

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

You still fuckin' shorty? I it
The big mouth broad 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, a dick

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

was Jesus' 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 pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm, c'mon