Luyện nghe bài hát 72nd & Central

Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, I get your autograph?
Could I get your (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah, just
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) Rule one up in this bitch for
Roll with a couple niggaz like SeVille
they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, me yo' scrill nigga, uhh

[Obie
(TWO, BY, TWO) bucket is clean, you ridin mean
up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School wanna jingle your 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 humble or stumble and fumble
'til death a rumble

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

Trice]
(FIVE, BY, FIVE) Niggaz connive, I you knew it
Your main man's you up nigga 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
you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for
Never snitch when you clip and put melons in cans

(SEVEN, BY, SEVEN) Rule seven kinda my heart at
You want beef in the street? start that
Cause have some niggaz up in yo' apartment
Jumpin outta places it's real dark at, uhh

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

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

[Chorus: Proof,
Ten reasons, nine glocks, eight
Seven cops, six drop on blocks (FOUR/FOR SHO'!)
cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
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 nine spray

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

Trice]
(EIGHT, BY, EIGHT) You lay at your
You was played, struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what City paved
No sunny days

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

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

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

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

(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"

Trice]
(TWO, BY, TWO) no one when you're gettin them
Put life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggaz stay jealousy
need to be listenin

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

Ten jewels...