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, just
Could you sign for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks
(Here you are) a lot!

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

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

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

(3, 1, 3) don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or and fumble
'til death a rumble

(FOUR, BY, FOUR) Rule four better get this
Before niggaz gon' beef better have 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
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
When you got knocked yo' block yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in

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

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

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

[Chorus: Proof,
Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight
Seven cops, six on five blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law,
We put no man befo', ten now tell 'em

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

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

[Obie
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at wake
You was played, slugs the Escalade
Your brain rest on what City paved
No more days

(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) Niggaz be live they die
'til the test the animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the guy
yo' life

(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 heart into this that I wrote
You muh'fuckers on dope?

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

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

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

Ten jewels...