Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

1]
At time all I do is pray and cry homie
Cause everytime I call somebody dyin' on me
And every time I around somebody lyin' on me
Mr. Cheney Mr. steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the grave one foot in the
One on the camera lens one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe, man I'm
Play record no fast forward rewindin
The is the light, but absolutely blindin
And feel the pain on they brain when you remind them
About them project walls we confined in
them six by eight cells we linin'
Bricks on
A lost his iron and club behind the diamond
The hit him with a club
He swung back they hit him with a
Then the hit him with a dub
His baby mama up
The continues...

2]
I was to clash with the fake
with Jake
Lay real low in the with the snakes
Torment them with the fire when raise they head
And I'm just like Elijah cause I raise they dead
After stink and rot for days in the grave that I rose from
Deport the dead of the game then the flows come
the industry with three quarters of life
I'm this world of Sa-tan to war with a mic
Please God back me as I swing the of the Christ
Wavy hair eyes
Not entirely
Provoking these devils go to war with they
After war show them to the after with God
I stroll the blocks a dope man bop
I'm high
My shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs
I stay big fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed sport jeans and diadoras

3]
Ya'll niggas ain't really ready for Muhammad because I'm hungry
and grungy
I want ya fuck the money
Don't get me wrong, I cream and all that
But if that's only objective in rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head sweat like skull
Hall back launchin a bolo makin they skull
Singin them dull
Like that was hot
Shit, I was sayin back in the 80s
When niggas was emblems off the back of Mercedes
On chains
Back when thought of cookin rocks outta cocaine
I was hot then, a little poor spittin the vicious
Flavor poetic swift shit
I regulate in the ring P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I won't consider ya for battle
You on speed I'm full throttle
Used to be in clubs tossing chairs and bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my mantequilla
Livin leyenda, numer un
let a day slip by without agenda
That's just a little from Farrakhan to remember
So, que te
por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they too short to salsa
You got courage I'll it out ya
doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then ya