Luyện nghe bài hát Alex

Yeah, that's
Hardy shit
Smoke a to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya up

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

Parents died when he was years old
Made his way inside the US with Columbian
A name and a passport
luggage, one sister, pretty thing, light skin

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

Came home blown, the kings and soldiers
gave a fuck about that MC beef in Queens
Alex, he was a rich
He had to ten bodies under his belt

His man did the last one and got murdered
Took him a while to get his together
one day out in L.A., made a call in New York
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 rich off a stolen
In eight I seen Charles on the Cali strip
Showed him the copyrights, his life in the real

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

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

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

Now we can move on and shoot this shit
mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it
Or Mandalay and New cop it
I go and get ten mil' and blow it on the independent

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

So I test his mouth, laid back I put him on blast
Where we gon' get this cash?
I gotta ill Gigante connect
Wise guys kill Bulotti, catching bodies, earnin' respect

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

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