Luyện nghe bài hát Beat the Clock

Aiyo, Ghost, what's up This "Supreme" talkin' to you and shit
You caught me all the way in Island to see you
Beat the two minute and thirty seven clock
Suprise, time already, muthafucka, say that shit, nigga

I'mma say it, get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
'em up, bang, bang, through me baby
Lovely lady, the spades, drive the kid crazy
Before I go to bed, an later

People be talkin', I feed
My fly the coop off your mean office
My skills is a fortune, Leech out a suite auction
then fall off the greatest, fuck what they say
'Cuz we the abortions and we

Lay low-oh-oh, silent those clowin'
Got clothes for his new feud in the road
We them Fat Albert niggas, spot '86 crack viles and pictures
all suspicous, I'm out

Aiyo, hold up, the fuck you stop for?
(I got in my)
Nah, you be stoppin', G
What the fuck you ain't got, aiyo, you and shit
Son, you gotta hurry the up
is runnin' nigga, come, what the fuck?

I work out of liquor store
Give me a dollar and I turn bitch into five
And all I is one more to get things started
Get and once you, I'mma fix these artists

Take 'em one by one, tie 'em up, 'em up
Treat 'em like a cigar, them niggaz up
be up in the club, six-three tree'd up
With them 'keds with their gear all beat up

This is how kill 'em with four lines left
Hold your breath, say my name five times take's practice, yo
Decap' him sayin' my name, it's like matches, yo
It's time to up on account in a house or blow

Na-na-na-na-na, nah, nah, fuck that shit
You cheatin' and shit, I come here for all that
(I'm tired, Lord, what the fuck)
you mean you tired and shit, G?
You suppose to be nigga, nigga then show me
If you that nigga, then show me,

I hold a mic like I'm Gail
over chairs like O.J., my rushin' yards
Them pen, how the spray
Happy day, don't touch my, cheeba hay

Get off my D-I, go C the K's
Excuse me Mr. D.J., please "Fish"
Or that "CherChez", live meeting, ten four, may day
Callin' all cars, all cars

We an A.P.B. on Starks and Trife the God
We left the jewelry store, feelin' we left the morgue
We was frozen and I an iced out Trojan
That's for pussies whose golden, who got Toney wide

I put my ring up to my waves and seen an ocean
Move like a wolf, kid, in sheep's
Snatch the bag off the milk truck and kept boatin'
I be like ibuprofen, I be coastin'
With two shotties on me, in grimiest lobby smokin'

This muthafucka made the clock, where the fuck?
Yo, you be cheatin', mutha, you be
that Staten Island, bullshit
Theodore, you know you might be a
But you Houdini, muthafucka