Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

1]
At night all I do is pray and cry homie
everytime I call home somebody dyin' on me
And every time I look around somebody on me
Mr. Mr. Ridge steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the grave one foot in the
One foot on the camera lens one foot on the
I'm trying to stop so I can breathe, man I'm grindin
Play record no pause fast rewindin
The is the light, but absolutely blindin
And niggas feel the on they brain when you remind them
About them walls that we confined in
About six by eight cells we linin'
Bricks on
A nigga lost his 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 threw up
The continues...

2]
I was to clash with the fake
Wrestle Jake
Lay low in the grass with the snakes
Torment them with the fire when they raise they
And I'm sorta just like Elijah cause I raise they
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 takin world of Sa-tan to war with a mic
Please God back me as I the sword of the Christ
Wavy hair eyes
Not wise
Provoking these go to war with they squad
After war show to the after party with God
I stroll the with a dope man bop
I'm caliber
My team shine we gleam on you amateurs
I big sportin fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed sport coat jeans and

3]
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for Muhammad because I'm
and grungy
I want ya mind fuck the
Don't get me wrong, I want and all that
But if that's your only in rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head sweat skull caps
Hall back launchin a makin they skull crack
them dull raps
Like that was hot
Shit, I was sayin that in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off the back of
On rope
Back when niggas thought of cookin outta cocaine
I was hot then, a poor nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic swift
I regulate in the like P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I even consider ya for battle
You schools on speed I'm throttle
Used to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked
Ruckus and ra ra, made my mantequilla
Livin leyenda, un contenda
Never let a day slip by without
just a little jewel from Farrakhan to remember
So, que te
por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they legs too short to
You got courage I'll it out ya
doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then ya