Luyện nghe bài hát Boys on Da Cut

First

I woke up quick, at two
in my benz, picked up dj screw
Boys out there, makin' tapes
Separate the real niggas from the
My boy just got out, did a ten
And he just can't stop talkin' that pen
My best friend, but time all men
Now he don't a fuck about goin' again
It all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you take nothin' from me
Somebody once they wanna see me dead
The next week they the boy with two holes in his head
I break with my killas in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex, in the all stretch
for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as much as one of my jewelry

'cause the boys on the cut don't give a
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get
out there, slangin' that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say crime don't pay

(2x)

verse:

The has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my year
I from the head, it's the boy named los
The one that got everybody on they
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a
In the form of a compact disc, fuck
No more savin' cans, no collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' hollerin' "who killed kenny? "
For my gangsta bitch, that I met
She ridin' my dick, up her set
I dance with the wolves, is for my hood
Got the whole fiendin' for the dope I cut

(ayana m.):

Fire......
We on fire.......
We ain't stop....
Droppin' boooooombs.....

(2x)

Third

I was twelve old, when I did my first jack
And I think that bitch ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my car
Cooked my first of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young perez
Got me this dope to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I give two
in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I to tell ya?
All my life been called a failure!
My flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like
In the city where them never won a super bowl
Man I stop, i'ma keep on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen
I fuck a country singer and a ballerina
Plus a fine ass china, I to be a dreamer
Now I bought my mom and dad a and a beamer
Leave a in this game, ask ted indian
I don't give a fuck 'cause every month I make a