Luyện nghe bài hát Barbershop

[friend to Ghostface]
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 this out)
Got me all out of order (damn!)
(Yo cut my right nigga)

friend]
Aiyyo son whattup man what's good what's
What's poppin y'all niggaz though and shit
How the fuck this nigga skimp me and shit
The fuck like I don't spend no in here and shit
(Got money, I got that money nigga)
I give nigga fuckin Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks
I give that shit for his fuckin grill man (true, true indeed)
The man? Like I don't fuckin spend money in this bitch
Nigga what the 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 got that brand new 40 Cal son}
(Knahmean? Do no bullshit, and don't fuck me up this neither)
{I gotta it right now son}

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

AHH! I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm goin bald on top!
You you cool, I'ma let it ride
Slide, you played me so you get paid
How you fuck up a don and cold dog his fade?
I look like UTFO one of them from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with jumpshots
Ox, as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll a funny smell
All Reneece is doin nails
Puttin in for bitches
Hundred 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 wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you now)
(I shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing