Luyện nghe bài hát Aunt Dot

My Aunt Dot a glock and some blood on my sheets
Told me clean the up, then she hit the streets
though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the

She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor with the twin-glizzies
I a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw two familiar eyes

Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, remember me?
She called me by my government name,
Who you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie
She a note in my knapsack along with a shottie

Hmmph, she was and mad fly
She had the Prada knapsack the hat to match
Bavari hiking boots the mink bubble goose
And I could see she was admiring my Minski
Then she handed me the note, here, this

I stared her up and down
'Cause I believe it, then I opened it
It said, "Bitches is out to get you
so-called friends, put a bomb in your Benz"

"I'm on a mission now to do some harm to your
know where you live, so evacuate the crib
And oh, the little girl, that's your cousin
Since I can't be with her, I you to babysit her"

"Besides, she looks up to you, you're her
And tomorrow is her first violin
And she would be more than happy if you take her
Peace, my on the back of the paper, hit me later"

Damn, went wrong?
Can't we all just get and make hit songs?
Bitches all up in my ass a thong
If this was a show, y'all would get 'Gonged'

if it's on, then it's on, bring it on
What the fuck you waitin' C'mon, let's get it on
What's takin' you so long? I got plans for the future
To bring back head like Medusa

Girls be actin' stink, mad
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the
Can't the pain then pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm y'all

Girls be stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches bleed like me, on the
Can't stand the pain pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin'

Uh, we in the Range in this up weather
It's snowin' and I'm tryin' to put the whole together
How Laverne, she wanted to be like me
And dress like me and look me

And Nicole, it's like she lived in my
me for money, day in, day out
And last but not the grimiest one Tayesha
She planned it all, to find out her name is Keisha

C'mon Shanice, I'm takin' you to my in L. Conn.
I wanna go with you, uhh, be quiet and we'll get along
C'mon please, I be just like you
600 Mercedes and 380's in my doll

Crazy baguettes in my and
H-class rocks inside my G Shock
Fuck Barney and Lamb chops, I don't love them
But anything goes it comes to bankrolls

on my toes, X-and-O's
Versace in designer clothes
Scoop Lil' Nique and Jus, take 'em to Toys 'R 'Us
Make 'em spend, they cheese kick 'em out and take the bus

I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E
But all my friends call me Miss Little Bee
What, what? I like the green, know what I
seen The Professional? Well, I can clean

You what? I like you, little big person
number one, no cursin'
Anyway, what you know that?
You too young for that, when I was age

I woulda got hung for
Then I picked up the phone to call my Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two

"Hello?" Yo, the deal?
Why bitches buggin' out
I mean, what's all about?
"See it's sorta like what Tonya Harding did to

They don't you to win no more
Soul Train, they don't want you to attend no
And I guess that's why, ain't your friends no more
The other day, when I was out the grocery store

I saw the bitch Nicole in of the salon next door"
For real? "Yup, I choked the bitch out
At least one to the heart, up her hands and feet
her in my backseat

Then I dumped her on a street
The other two? Yeah, they still
But don't you a finger, I'ma get 'em
So just I come home

And when we hang up, get rid of phone"
Whoo, Aunt Dot comes, oh, brother
like five Bloody Mary's, one after another
Hmmph, she have you stressed, no white, no sex

And when she get vexed, you guess what next
'Cause them two girls, that's still on the menu
Is the reason why the story is to be

Girls be actin' stink, mad
Y'all bitches like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain pop a 'Humphrey'
I know it hurts, I'm killin'

Girls be stink, mad funny
Y'all bitches like me, on the monthly
Can't stand the pain pop a 'Humphrey'
I it hurts, I'm killin' y'all