Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Ave]
You ain't never counted paper your gums hurt
You ain't never had to 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
Back against the wall and I need a
Flew the fam to the (-) the Heat
I had thousand grams just last week
Shit stopped comin', bills keep comin'
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
Charged you higher out of ten, I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up, the homies ask how lookin'
You if I had the work
I wouldn't you to sell it, you fuckin' jerk
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
a white house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
[Hook: Troy
Man, I got that
I done came on to motherfuckin' floor
Couple niggas be hatin', I be like, 'So?'
I never get mad, I get that door
If the shit get bad, I let that go
2: Jadakiss]
You do it cause you to, I do it cause I could
And this is all factual, I do it for the
the four, cop and go
Cause these are for sale, they are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and the doors
No comprende unless it's 'bout lots of
They it, they still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the is still on it
One hundred by 9AM, it's a ill mornin'
A nigga good, the bitches is still on him
Money, power, respect
Al-Qaeda is how I got the connect
If that paper right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, they send your a threat
A lil' deeper the repurcussions on the block
But that all said, is you hustler or not?

[Verse 3:
I get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
wit' me good, my bitch bad as shit though
You get gas, you seco, we ass, we clisco
It gets bad and shit slow, we really the shits, bro
Twist 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
Whips are quick, Contours, seats the hip
I (-), at least a grand to understand
put me on a flyer for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it