Luyện nghe bài hát And the Winner Is!

...claim many
semi [?] from guys, innocent ladies, babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cause they ain't have nothin for
They even blame you for dozens of youths in substance
What kinda crap is that? Everybody know crackers brought crack to a habitat
to attack the Latins and
Never mind fact son, and I know it's wrong
You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the storm
Even though you did introduce me to and Tron
And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with arms
That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote explosive song
To even the closest born (look)
Get torn (get torn) you me all along
You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER Saigon! (Saigon)

[Chorus 2X:
With friends you who needs enemies?
Brought a nigga bad like the Kennedy's
You had a ass up in the penitentiary
With friends you who needs enemies?

B]
You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real (roadie)
Called you my right hand, the Poot to my
For sho', my whodie, we was closer than my own kin (kin)
We saw this thang come and both of us zone in (in)
knew when they saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than dap, would always see your boy through
Sunup to sundown (down) winnin them
I'm lettin my gun sound, you was the main one (round)
We held the corner (down) we held the wall up
Shot knew you'd be so I never had to call up
Step out on the cut, shit, there you be
At late night or broad day and didn't care who see
We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the
Up to the point where them haters (what) ran up behind
out the whole time (time) that you was straight frontin (frontin)
Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid there and ain't say (nothin)

[instrumental to the end by a skit]