Luyện nghe bài hát Any Meanz

(check it out)
In the muthafuckin' (geah)
For the
Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm
ounce hoodlums in the house

Deadly decisions is what I'm
Be's the solver when my revolver starts singin'
A line between life and death you're stuck
When my mind corrupt so I'm mentally fucked
I be the pain like meth
the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane
Hollow start to spit
Regulate your block no
Bust a u-turn the burn rubber g
Retaliation of the after me
No
Instead the bloodbath steerin' the b.g.'s on the west path
blast
Buckshots touch yo' whole
N 2 deep no sleep when we claim that west gang
Always the of ridahs
Gang of out the windows is if we responds
points chalked up for the victory
Y'all know it's compton 4 life, ain't no me

(x2)

For years we've been to serves the fiends
On the streets keeps the works stuffed in jeans
and niggas do damnest things
Buck for the paper by any meanz...

I needs cheese no bullshit you better it
If it's a to be the greediest i'ma show it
It's all for the
Divine, cristal, no wine, top
Seven is the destiny
let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
You who got it, heavyweight
No sacks shit
Bitches beg mr. tony: you just quit!
Cash to make fat flips since '86
Where the cash western union through mix
Hoes got the pick up straight back and no
And out for the bird
Cause they might got the word
Who runs to west side got the bitches on
Check it, for 20's and 50's gettin' naked
Y'all knows the it's complication nines I tote
On a mission, premonition, money to coke

Chorus...

One time got me on a pursuit
Yell freeze in the air as start to shoot (get up!)
that I loot thus begins the chase
Plea's no contest when I'm with a case
put my bail at a mill
Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to appeal
Still got the co - which direction
Fly birds straight through your
of the way life used to be
Where me amigos gave lots of on the kilos
the g way
Five hun' on the freeway
In the d-game got a street blowin' the chronic
Too difficult to get the west ebonics
No gin and tonic, ironic
Bullets spittin' too like my fingers bionic

Chorus...