Luyện nghe bài hát Boys on Da Cut

First

I up quick, at around two
in my benz, picked up dj screw
Boys out there, makin' tapes
Separate the real niggas the fakes
My boy just got out, did a ten
And he just stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend, but destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about goin'
It ain't all good, but I ain't missin' no
I'm just a thug and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his
I break with my killas in the h-tx
the sp-mex, in the all black 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 talkin' that shit, your eyes get shut
Boys out there, slangin' yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say crime don't pay

(2x)

verse:

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 that got everybody on they
up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no collectin' pennies
have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who killed kenny? "
For my bitch, that I just met
She my dick, chuckin' up her set
I with the wolves, this 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 twelve years old, when I did my jack
And I don't think that bitch got her purse back
With rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, happy perez
Got me sellin' this dope to 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, 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 I've called a failure!
My freestyle flow, is so
I just got out the county jail two ago
Now I'm in the studio, like julio
In the city where bitches never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop, i'ma keep on
Seven of my bitches at the same shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen
I fuck a country and a houston ballerina
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 game, ask ted indian
I don't give a fuck 'cause every I make a million