Luyện nghe bài hát And the Winner Is!

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

[Chorus 2X:
With friends like you who needs
Brought a nigga bad luck like the
You had a nigga ass up in the
friends like you who needs 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 thang come and both of us would zone in (in)
They knew they saw you, they saw your boy too
Tighter than jail dap, would always see boy through
Sunup to sundown (down) winnin them
I'm lettin my gun sound, you was the one round (round)
We held the corner down (down) we held the up
Shot knew be there so I never 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) that you was straight frontin (frontin)
Cause when shot your boy up you just laid there and ain't say nothin (nothin)

[instrumental to the end followed by a