Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Sticky icky smokin on a spliffy mickie
Think he mixin some hash with some of that Humboldt grass
with dis sleazy Union City, she wanted to freak me
when I was but we did it anyway
Look, drop one or dozen nickel-plated stapler
up under my seat, why? on my feet
Uhh, cops Elroy's po-po's glock me
Chops, ran up in my car
I hope of y'all ain't in there crackin on the Presedential
under my umbrella yibbidy yackin and jaw
and up in there a capella
that ain't the way the GAME was designed
You to see that if you BLIND
Blastin, cocked to the side,
Comin up out of the chicken spot, - walkin
on my way to the pizznickin spot, ice - sparklin
Pullin out was a and I be bossin

E-40

Where all my at?
all my rugers, where all my clap-them-gats?
Where all my shooters? when you stay, pop collars
tweed, twenty-fo' hours
Where all my at?
Where all my timahs, shot at?
Where all my grimies? It's heavy
me the money, the pussy, the car and I'm straight

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

Gimme a, Cadillac a black man's drank
A forty ounce, the champagne
The lap dance, thick-ass (?) to bounce
Take off her clothes and get butt-naked, Southern girl South
A record deal so I gotta dope deal
A botch, a home-cooked meal
Take, I like a (?)
with them long-ass minute driveways with a guard at the gate

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