Luyện nghe bài hát Barbershop

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

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

[barber to + {random fan}]
Yo whattup man, how you want it {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 me up this time neither)
{I gotta open it now son}

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

AHH! Didn't I 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 fuck up a don and cold dog his fade?
I look like one of them dudes from back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin coke and the spray
niggaz, always wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, minute you not
Remind me of the New York Knicks with jumpshots
Ox, as hell, my ratchet spell
Fuck up again you'll have a smell
All is doin straight nails
Puttin in for bitches
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 wanna nobody sayin nothin)
(I put one of you back, I'm telling you right now)
(I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm you)
(Don't hit the exit) [man running and hard]