Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Ave]
You ain't never counted paper 'til your hurt
You ain't had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't comin' back, you get
It's a job in these streets, is serious
My got locks in the city mud
against the wall and I need a plug
Flew the fam to the (-) verse the
I had twenty thousand just last week
stopped comin', bills keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
Charged you higher out of ten, then I went in
Phone blowin' up, the ask how it's lookin'
You think if I had the
I wouldn't call you to sell it, you fuckin'
You gettin' mad, talkin' out of frustration
In the game, six can easily turn to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The on the Masi grill pickin' up grot, dog
Bought a white (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
Troy Ave]
Man, I got that
I done came on to motherfuckin' floor
Couple be hatin', I Just be like, 'So?'
I never get mad, I get that door
If the get bad, then I let that go
[Verse 2:
You do it cause you to, I do it cause I could
And is all factual, I do it for the hood
the four, cop and go
Cause drugs are for sale, they are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and lock the
No comprende unless 'bout lots of dough
They love it, they want it, the block is still haunted
in the garage, the cover is still on it
One hundred by 9AM, it's a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good, the is still on him
Money, power, mega
Al-Qaeda is how I got the connect
If that paper ain't right, put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, they send baby a threat
A lil' deeper than the on the block
But that all bein' said, is you or not?

[Verse 3:
I get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
Everybody me good, my bitch bad as shit though
You get gas, you seco, we whip ass, we
It gets bad and shit slow, we with the shits, bro
your cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers
I got to eat a nigga catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip
I (-), at least a hundred to understand
They put me on a for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The bitch a Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it