Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

1]
At night time all I do is and cry homie
Cause everytime I call home somebody on me
And every time I around somebody lyin' on me
Mr. Mr. Ridge steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the one foot in the gutter
One foot on the lens one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop so I can breathe, man I'm grindin
record no pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light, but absolutely
And niggas feel the pain on they when you remind them
About them project walls that we in
About them six by eight we linin'
on consignment
A nigga lost his and club behind the diamond
The cops hit him with a
He swung back they hit him a slug
Then the hit him with a dub
His mama threw up
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2]
I was born to with the fake
with Jake
Lay real low in the with the snakes
Torment them with the fire when they raise they
And I'm sorta like Elijah cause I raise they dead
After they stink and rot for days in the grave that I from
Deport the dead part of the game then the come
Flood the industry with three of life
I'm this world of Sa-tan to war with a mic
Please God back me as I swing the sword of the
hair fiery eyes
Not entirely
these devils go to war with they squad
After war show them to the party with God
I stroll the blocks a dope man bop
I'm caliber
My team supreme we gleam on you amateurs
I big sportin fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed sport coat and diadoras

3]
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for because I'm hungry
and grungy
I ya mind fuck the money
Don't get me wrong, I cream and all that
But if that's your only objective in rap you all
I make the untrue niggas head sweat like caps
Hall launchin a bolo makin they skull crack
Singin them raps
that was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin back in the 80s
niggas was rockin emblems off the back of Mercedes
On chains
Back when niggas thought of rocks outta cocaine
I was hot then, a little poor nigga spittin the
Flavor delicious poetic shit
I regulate in the like P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I won't consider ya for battle
You schools on speed I'm throttle
Used to be in tossing chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes
leyenda, numer un contenda
Never let a day slip by agenda
That's just a little from Farrakhan to remember
So, que te
Representando por la
Niggas wanna but they legs too short to salsa
You got courage blast it out ya
doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then ya