Luyện nghe bài hát # 1

[Intro: Joe
Let me just make statement
Loud and - Jersey's here
Some got problems wit me
Over there - I care
Some see me creep
They mack all type - alright
You I slurp my drink
I'm clipped inside - aight (Just Blaze!)

[Verse: Joe
Yes it's the one and only (what else?)
And I came to have fun, here (what else?)
And I wit a ton of money (but!)
Don't get it the gun is on me (now)
This chick's wit her man on me
I'll at her when she done wit homie
Cause, Jump Off I got a ton of freaks
One named Tasha, one named
One's diva'd out, keep her tight
She got her good heels on wit her ice
And ma love to club, so she up nice
And she give me brains the way I like!
One's real ghetto, don't give a
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff cheating
Joey only go to her crib on
Real real late the kids are sleeping
the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do
Geeks new shit
Playboy I keep exclusives to make see less units (c'mon!)

Busta Rhymes]
Can't stop stop
it to the rhythm
Cause we - ah get
we - ah get down
Cause we - ah get
Joe Budden, Bus
Cause we - ah get
And we seeing
There's some hoes in house
There's some in this house
Light that in tha house
Smoke that in tha house
that doe in this house
Bring that doe in this
Where dem hoes in this
Where dem hoes in house?
Where my at?

Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
It be the God of the
You'll be black and blue up your
And probably swell up nose
bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes
Let me prazzle your head, do and wit Joe
And get a stack of that and get a stack of the 'dro
back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo
HOLD UP!! ... see I ain't wit y'all
I diminish let me handle my business wit y'all
Watching you niggas, you shook! all you looking all
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on
Now ladies my Maybach
Probably hold six in the and three if ya fat
hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see it's at

[Bridge: Joe
Let me just this statement
Loud and clear - here
dude's got problems wit me
Over there - I ain't
Some see me creep
They all type - that's alright
You I slurp my drink
I'm inside - kids aight

[Verse: Joe
Yes yes who ain't believe me?
Don't be it ain't this easy
All y'all so 'n so's shamed, that
You why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly
(But) fly in rap? I in fact
By myself, no one the attack
And fuck Scan, I ain't BUYING that
y'all sell em to the stores then buy 'em back
Now one hot storm, fly and rap
If the of you provide is wack
I see creativity fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they (tell em why though)
Now do it all, you just applying the rap
now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes they own pee hole
The wacker the music the the ego
left suffering, gasping!
And it's embarassing! Off I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still
Y'all fade out, I'm getting it cracking

Whoo! to fade]