Luyện nghe bài hát Alex

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

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

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

Niggaz will body her like fuck it with a scar by her left eye
Her brother Alex was close, he sold coats and minks
Had put in toilets and sinks
Loved to roller skate, ninety nine did 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 under his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Said, Excuse me be right back, pardon me
his glass and he nodded to me
Skated off to take a piss, the felt like a nut
Got back the vanished, briefcase, script, and all
Ask the waiter where he go, the motherfucker Spanish