Luyện nghe bài hát Alex

Yeah, right
Hardy shit
Smoke a Winston to this nigga
Word up to fuckin' throw ya head up

Yo, yo he got his stones Greece
In his mouth he had like thirty karats
Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart
niggaz if he dies he want a glass casket

Parents died when he was five old
Made his way the US with Columbian Gold
A fake and a passport
Benetton luggage, one sister, pretty thing, skin

Niggaz will body over her like fuck it with a scar by her eye
Her brother Alex was close, he sold coats and minks
Had trays put in and sinks
Loved to roller skate, nine did time up in Rahway

Came home blown, the thorough kings and
Never gave a fuck about that MC beef in
Alex, he was a rich
He had close to ten bodies his belt

His man did the last one and got himself
Took him a while to get his head
Alex one day out in L.A., made a call in New
Told his man God it's goin' down, fly the whole team in for

Remember that Ray shit that Jamie Foxx played? That was my
I never got paid, they got off a stolen script
In eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip
Showed him the copyrights, his in the real flick

In Braille, he it in no time
Hit me his math, said, I'll give you some more lines
talk, stand up dude
Said, How you like Jamie Foxx to replay
He said, that's cool

But under one circumstance, you he can bow my walk
Flip my and my hands?
I said, Sure why not?, he can anything
Trust me this boy hot

his hand then I bounced in the limo
Grabbed my cell, bit my cigar and then down the window
Contacted Stony Brook and
them we got it in ten [Incomprehensible], yo Ray Ray signed it

Now we can move on and this live shit
With mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we it
Or and New Line cop it
I go and get ten and blow it on the independent market

But anyway down in PF Chains, I had a meeting this rich investor
Said they'll throw million on the kid's film
Only if he chose the
He was drunk, he was real fast

So I test his mouth, laid then I put him on blast
exactly we gon' get this cash?
I gotta ill Gotti connect
Wise guys that kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin'

The waiter came in a dropped off the shrimp fried he ordered
I said, Thanks as he poured my
Then out the veggie rolls, sesame chicken and mint tea
wine had me wanting to pee

Said, Excuse me I'll be back, pardon me
Grabbed his glass and he to me
Skated off to take a piss, the shit felt a nut
Got back the vanished, briefcase, script, and all
Ask the where he go, the motherfucker spoke Spanish