Luyện nghe bài hát Yolanda's House

Yeah yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is
Still buggin' around four, how I escaped the bust?
The way I fell, the face 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
is barkin', all you hear is the car's sirens
I'm tryin' to and toss the iron
in my sweats got me runnin', funny, you think I'm lyin'

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

Next thing you know, I'm in bitch's crib chillin'
her my story and like this, I had her legs in the ceiling
Cookin' me fried sticks, hot side of them biscuits
she doin' this, the bitch 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, here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box?
She finished off the last one, oh shit, I hear the

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

Now, let me put my drawers on, what kinda 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 her tits

She's and you laughin' son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin', tryin' to the gun
Shit's man, you spazzin' dun
There comes a in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we 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 to lock you for?
Can't believe you blowin' the Lord

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

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

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

You fuckin' shorty? I knew it
The big mouth broad be yolkin' my balls 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 told me foul shit, wild
That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no, that Rifkind style shit
Hit me with other talk, him in New York
They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a

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