Luyện nghe bài hát Boys on Da Cut

First

I woke up quick, at two
Jumped in my benz, 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 stop talkin' that pen
My best friend, but time all men
Now he don't give a 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 from me
once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his
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 much as one of my jewelry

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

(2x)

Second

The has come, and the day is here
Two thousand one, is my muthafuckin'
I come from the head, it's the boy los
The one got everybody on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a
In the form of a disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more pennies
have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who killed kenny? "
For my bitch, that I just met
She my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves, this is for my
Got the world fiendin' 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 batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's uno, dos, tres, young happy perez
Got me sellin' this to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down, but I two fucks
in my face, I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket, hard as a
My lead, head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I to tell ya?
All my life been called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so
I just got out the jail two months 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'
of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen
I fuck a country singer and a houston
Plus a fine ass china, I to be a dreamer
Now I my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
a mark in this game, ask ted indian
I don't give a fuck 'cause month I make a million