Luyện nghe bài hát Back from The Dead

Back from the second L.P. here we go
Comin' at ya the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly
Hat turned back in Airwalk jimmys

slackin' hoes I be mackin'
Not wacked I don't try to act black
I came up I came at ya from the
Bag of weed in the pocket of my

Bone to the bone, to the bad to the bad to the
Hit from the Mo town Allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
parties gettin' drunk on Sunday

Tweeked in the heat to a beat I'd to the and rip shit up
And now I've toured this nation, of the nation, pullin' hoes
Rock the set in each city then
Me, Blackman and Funk Def Stef

Bitches, think I'm sexist
But all I want baby is grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, cooked fries
And gimme a plate of pussy on the side

x on the set showin' no class
Just a mouthed little fuckin' smart ass
No I went to high school dumb ass
dope and I flunked every class

Slash and I 'cuz I thrash when I bash
me to a party and your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the 'cuz I hated cuttin' grass

Now I reside on the lovin' it
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag it
Flex, sex, run of the next and trippin' and rippin' and shakin'
The suckers who to

Front an get around to the to get up or get down to the
I'm shakin' and takin' and I rip the mic like
time fuck I don't eat no manwich
Kickin' back with a cold grits sandwich

said, "I'm the best in the Mo town"
But this town ain't but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied, fessed
I'm the best in the motherfuckin' midwest

Wanna be when I rap so I yell it
Sport a cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad I smoke hash from a stick
Got more than fuckin' White Boy Rick

My L.P. wasn't pushed for shit
So jive records yo, go and a fat dick
'Cuz I'm rippin' like a
Yes, I'm that raw laughin' at ya like Hee Haw

it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I to the beat
Two in the front and two in the back seat