Luyện nghe bài hát 72nd & Central

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

[Intro:
[gunshots] 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
with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille
Cause they'll, uh - clean you out some golden seals
Put your up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh

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

(3, 1, 3) Y'all run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the stay humble or stumble and fumble
'til death a rumble

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

[Obie
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I thought you it
Your main man's you up nigga you blew it
Told him what you doin, nigga, you're
You knowin?

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

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

Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) carryin weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry know where you stay
Address address, change your place
you spray nigga

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

Proof, J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine glocks, shots
Seven cops, six drop on blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
Three cousins, hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten now tell 'em

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

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

Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at wake
You was played, slugs struck the
Your brain on what Motor City paved
No more sunny

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

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

[Obie
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) be live before they die
'til the test the wrong animal then they fly
Just know the game while you the tough guy
yo' life

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

(THREE, BY, THREE) Watch who near you, focus on rearview
Outta life, yo the trife clear you
Don't get caught on E and on streets
Be a of "Grand Theft Auto 3"

[Obie
(TWO, BY, TWO) no one when you're gettin them
Put your in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggaz stay driven
Niggaz need to be

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

Ten jewels...