Luyện nghe bài hát Alex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now we can move on and shoot this live
mad options, Paramount and DreamWorks we shop it
Or Mandalay and New 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 twenty on the kid's film
Only if he the cast
He was drunk, he was talkin' fast

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

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

Said, Excuse me be right back, pardon me
Grabbed his glass and he 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 spoke Spanish