Luyện nghe bài hát 90 Days

1:
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at park
rollin chasin paper.known we tha best of green so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin.i wit that
scuffin shit, or wit being broken,waitin for a sucka to stick, thats what
i was hopin.spotted me a nigga,candy a hundred spokin,sippin on his
wit that blowface on that cokin,bullets they will burn just like lava
that is molten,you victims will learn to get ya croakin.always kept a
thang and bandana never knowin,when i ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,'cause i have spoken, i know your
sick,but not git ya momma mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
it's hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a was missin.

2x
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)3 bags and a firearm(that
shit)bogus and a bench warrant(that aint shit)police all at my mommas
home(that shit)

2:

left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,east memphis where we
the stang, and thats to far bet,nigga hit up fred for rims, he said
whatcha like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at heights,made tha
quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound,straight ta house
no remorse we broke it down down,20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve
em up,ridin wit these tags,mayne we aint givin a fuck,map core on chelsea
ave tha sucka that we got,we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin
hot,raisin up a pistol and nigga started blastin, i returned tha favor,
you know me no questions askin,donuts in tha lot tha pulled off we got
blocked in,i hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the in..to the
garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them bags
gangsta wit his steel trigga,

repeat 2x