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, makin' them
the real niggas from the fakes
My boy got out, did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' 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 muthafucka and you can't take nothin' me
Somebody said they wanna see me dead
The next week found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the
the sp-mex, in the all black stretch
Known for my purity, pride, and
A house as much as one piece of my jewelry

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

(2x)

verse:

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

(ayana m.):

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

(2x)

Third

I was years old, when I did my first jack
And I don't think that ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks, I bought my car
Cooked my first batch of in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy
Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on two
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, head and make it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many do I have to tell ya?
All my life been called a failure!
My flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the county two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just julio
In the where them bitches never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop, i'ma keep on
of my bitches at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you her?
I a country singer and a houston ballerina
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 every month I a million