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, them tapes
Separate the real niggas the fakes
My boy got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but destroys all men
Now he don't a fuck about goin' again
It ain't all good, but I ain't no money
I'm just a thug muthafucka and you can't take nothin' me
Somebody once said wanna see me dead
The next week found the boy with two holes in his head
I bread with my killas in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex, in the all stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and
A house costs as as one piece of my jewelry

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

(2x)

verse:

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

(ayana m.):

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

(2x)

Third

I was twelve years old, when I did my first
And I don't think that bitch ever got her back
fifteen rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy
Got me sellin' this 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 have to ya?
All my I've been called a failure!
My flow, is so untouchable
I got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just like
In the city where bitches never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop, i'ma on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the same shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you her?
I a country singer and a houston ballerina
Plus a ass china, I used 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