Luyện nghe bài hát 72nd & Central

Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get autograph?
I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah, just
Could you sign this for me (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks
(Here you are) a lot!

J-Hill]
Word uhh
Could do that, hot as though
Yo.. yo, what, uhh..
{?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it dawg, what..

(ONE, BY, ONE) Rule one up in this bitch for
Roll with a couple like Dave SeVille
they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, me yo' scrill nigga, uhh

Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) Your is clean, you ridin mean
up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle keys
Whatchu to do? Bleed!

(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War"
In the jungle stay or stumble and fumble
death inside a rumble

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) four better get this down
Before niggaz gon' beef better have four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the down
Get yo' ass up town nigga, uhh, uhh

Trice]
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) connive, I thought you knew it
main man's settin you up nigga you blew it
Told him you doin, nigga, you're ruined
You knowin?

(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's land
you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for
Never when you clip and put your melons in cans

(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't that
Cause have some niggaz up in yo' apartment
Jumpin places where it's real dark at, uhh

[Obie
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're carryin weight, hey, but
A lot of niggaz know where you stay
Address your address, your place
before you nigga

(NINE, BY, NINE) I learned a lot stank if you got bank
Fuck gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a bomb
when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm [explosion]
Ten

[Chorus: Proof,
Ten reasons, glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
Three cousins, hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now 'em

It's one purpose, one goal, two
Get a whole, niggaz, one song (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
Five ways, six days, seven
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine y'all

(NINE, BY, NINE) Oh I'm not cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block
Don't let the "Purple Pills" confuse you
One outta my hand, the life'll you nigga

[Obie
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at wake
You was played, struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on Motor City paved
No sunny days

(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven, you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, better sell 'em
Cause they'll put some'in up into cerebellum
Proof, you better 'em

(SIX, BY, SIX) Assume it's only for
Let's conversate, simple the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the
Hold up, a .38 got clips

Trice]
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be before they die
'til the the wrong animal then they spirit fly
know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo'

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) For all you niggaz think rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, the dagger and cloak
I put my fuckin into this shit that I wrote
You muh'fuckers on some

(THREE, BY, THREE) who near you, focus on your rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna you
get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Auto 3"

Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one when you're gettin
Put your life in perspective, killin 'em
Envious stay jealousy driven
Niggaz to be listenin

(ONE, BY, ONE) one reason why I still let you breathe
one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeeze
It's one why you ain't go out like N*Sync
That's cause one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo

Ten jewels...