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,
you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a big fan, thanks 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) one up in this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave
Cause they'll, uh - clean you out some golden seals
Put your up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh

[Obie
(TWO, BY, TWO) Your bucket is clean, you mean
Pull up at the light on Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle keys
'bout to do? Bleed!

(3, 1, 3) Y'all run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War"
In the jungle stay or stumble and fumble
'til inside a rumble

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get down
Before niggaz gon' beef have that four-pound (uhh)
And like four rounds, kick 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 settin you up you blew it
Told him what you doin, nigga, you're
You ain't

(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's land
When you got knocked yo' turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for
snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans

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

Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You're weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry niggaz where you stay
Address address, change your place
before you spray

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

[Chorus: Proof,
Ten reasons, glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law,
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, plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray

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

[Obie
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your
You was played, slugs struck the
Your brain rest on 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 they'll put some'in up into your
Proof, you tell 'em

(SIX, BY, SIX) Assume only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38
set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got

[Obie
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz be live they die
'til the test the wrong animal then they fly
know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo'

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

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

Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) Trust no one you're gettin them
Put your in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggaz jealousy driven
Niggaz need to be

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

Ten jewels...