Luyện nghe bài hát Barbershop

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

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

[barber to Ghostface + {random
Yo whattup man, how you want it cut? 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 me up this time neither)
{I open it right now son}

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

AHH! Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin on top!
You lucky you cool, let it ride
Slide, you played me so you get paid
How you gon' up a don and cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them dudes from in the days
The Clapper is housin your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, always wind up fuckin
One you hot, next minute you not
Remind me of the New Knicks with they jumpshots
Ox, whack as hell, my spell
Fuck up again you'll have a funny
All Reneece is straight nails
in bangs for bitches
Hundred dollar weaves, some different of horsehair

Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is
(I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you back, I'm telling you right now)
(I shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and hard]