Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky doo-hickey smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of Humboldt County grass
with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to me
when I was sticky but we did it
Look, one or three dozen nickel-plated stapler
up my seat, why? Robbers on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's wanna me
Chops, ran up in my car
I hope none of ain't in there crackin on the Presedential
under my yibbidy yackin and jaw jackin
and up in singin a capella
Cause ain't the way the GAME was designed
You to see that if you BLIND
Blastin, cocked to the side,
up out of the chicken spot, pimp - walkin
I'ms on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice -
out was a n-ah-n-uh-nightmare and I be bossin

Chorus:

Where all my at?
Where all my rugers, all my clap-them-gats?
all my shooters? Dude when you stay, pop collars
Smoke tweed, hours
Where all my at?
all my timahs, shot callers at?
Where all my It's heavy weight
Give me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm

I pull up on the set - died?
Why all the faces - playboy, it's dry
Dry as in Dry as in thirsty
cause we ain't had no since Thursday
Know you believe us but I got it, who want it?
By the way how y'all been survivin? Shoot we been on it!
Uhh - cut out the
From on out {*cough*} no more scribble
Fast quota, a slow nig'
Nigga my fetti's as long as Ron Jeremy's dick!
Eighty-one years olda, don't trip!
Who you be E-40 and The Click!
Uhh, I see the heads me in the wind(?)
Family where you The pen, get in!
Get skirrrt, vzzzzzt, the block
What you see two steppin over, what? A rock

Gimme a, Cadillac with a black drank
A forty ounce, the ghetto
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) like to
off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl down South
A record so I ain't gotta dope deal
A faithful botch, a meal
Take, I like a (?)
them long-ass fifteen minute driveways with a guard at the gate

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