Luyện nghe bài hát Boys on Da Cut

First

I woke up quick, at two
Jumped in my benz, picked up dj
Boys out there, makin' tapes
Separate the niggas from the fakes
My boy just got out, did a 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 all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody said they wanna see me dead
The next week they the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread my killas in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex, in the all black
for my purity, pride, and security
A house costs as as one piece of my jewelry

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

(2x)

Second

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 got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck
No more savin' cans, no more collectin'
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who kenny? "
For my bitch, that I just met
She my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, is for my hood
Got the whole world fiendin' for the I cut

(ayana m.):

Fire......
We on fire.......
We gone stop....
these boooooombs.....

(2x)

Third

I was years old, when I did my first jack
And I think that bitch ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my car
my first batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, happy perez
Got me sellin' dope to anyone on two legs
talkin' down, but I give two fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an 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 life 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 them bitches never won a bowl
Man I can't stop, keep on droppin'
of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you her?
I fuck a country singer and a houston
Plus a ass china, I used to be a dreamer
Now I my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game, ask ted
I don't a fuck 'cause every month I make a million