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, they ain't have nothin for proof
They even you for dozens of youths in substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? Everybody know that crackers brought crack to a
to the Latins and Blacks
Never that fact son, and I know it's wrong
You was there when my hopeless mom put me out in the coldest
Even you did introduce me to Smoke and Tron
And totin one, you welcomed Saigon with open
That's all I could focus on, the reason I wrote this explosive
To even the closest born (look)
Get torn (get torn) you tricked me all
You had me thinkin you was my friend, you NEVER Saigon! (Saigon)

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

B]
You was my homie, my ace boon coon, my real (roadie)
Called you my hand, the Poot to my Bodie
For sho', my true whodie, we was than my own kin (kin)
We saw this thang come and of us would zone in (in)
They when they saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than dap, would always see your boy through
Sunup to sundown (down) them fistfights
I'm lettin my gun sound, you was the main one (round)
We held the corner down (down) we the wall up
Shot knew you'd be there so I had to call up
out on the cut, shit, there you would be
At late night or day and didn't care who would see
We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the
Up to the point where them (what) ran up from behind
Turn out the whole time (time) that you was straight (frontin)
Cause when shot your boy up you just laid there and ain't say nothin (nothin)

[instrumental to the end by a skit]