Luyện nghe bài hát Barbershop

[friend talking to
Hey yo man, the deal fam (yo yo)
Yo stay on top of that nigga when you your cut G
That nigga fuckin zeked me (damn son)
Look what he did to my motherfuckin shit (check shit out)
Got me lookin all out of (damn!)
(Yo cut my right nigga)

[another
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good good
What's poppin with y'all niggaz though and
How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit
The like I don't spend no bread in here and shit
(Got that money, I got money nigga)
I that nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks
I give that shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)
The fuck man? I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch
what the fuck man? (Ha ha ha) (f'real f'real)

[barber to + {random fan}]
Yo man, how you want it cut? {Shit whattup Starks?}
(Just it to me how you been doin it) {Yeah yeah yo}
{Yo I just got brand new 40 Cal son}
(Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up this neither)
{I gotta open it now son}

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(Aiyyo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thangs up in here man)
Yeah my nigga, buy you a Grill
Straght up, you like to eat
Fuckin with niggaz and all that shit
Y'knahmean you got goin to different barbers 'n shit
be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and
And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey ass

AHH! I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!
You lucky you cool, I'ma let it
Slide, you played me so you get paid
How you gon' fuck up a don and dog his fade?
I look like one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, wind up fuckin around
One you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with jumpshots
Ox, whack as hell, my spell
Fuck up you'll have a funny smell
All Reneece is doin nails
Puttin in bangs for
dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair

Yo put the gun away, the cops is here
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna sayin nothin)
(I put one of you back, I'm telling you right now)
(I will any one of you guys, I'm telling you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing