Luyện nghe bài hát Dorian

"Yo it's your neighbour across the hall man, I just wanna holla at you for a minute...

"Here we are in the corridor,
Dorian, right? yeah I been meaning to to you.
I don't get up in my neighbours normally right,
But yo these thin ass got everything leakin' through
Now first thing's first, I don't you for the weed smoke
But I can hear your daughter yellin' "daddy, dont"
And not once or twice, but every damn night
Man there's somethin' goin' on up in here ain't right
Now, man to man, I can
They like to stress a brotha out, man we each other out
But you crossin the line by puttin hands on 'em
Ain't ever told you not to hit a damn woman?
Boy, I can tell that my was painfull
Breathin' truth down his neck it must have felt like a
His eyes flashed confusion, his hands around
He's used to raisin' his voice on to back 'em down..."

"....See this is specifically why I left the pistol in the closet
Pullin' this shit, if he was taller I went and got it
man, I'm in the right and I'm civilized
But little boys really ain't used to bein'
First off scooter, take the bass out voice
I'm respectfull with mine and yo you makin' a
Here and, understand only once that I warn you
Make a move, make a threat, make it rain knuckles on you
I ain't a woman or a baby dawg, I'm out of your
My wife heard us gettin' loud so she's for peace
She's stuck her head down on some your temper shit
Little man gon' say "Over there's your door, mind business bitch"
Ha, now that's sweet, what I needed it, it seemed that
He invited my fist for a party on his left cheek
I didn't to seem rude so I accepted,
But a half a second early, right cross connected -
Oh, staggered him, by taggin' him,
Mr. tough guy, one bring out the fag in him
Little man could moves that I couldn't,
He cut and tried to it, now how should I put it
I stood at full posture and him down the staircase
Bare knuckles to bare face, all punches knew their
Airport style, the second one off, the next one land
some respect young man
He glanced down for the on the ground,
Fist still clenched up I'm stickin' his crown
He's in the jaws of the most blitz in the world
So fuck hittin' ya' girl tonight you're the ground
I somebody need to beat your ass,
And then your ass, and I'm sorry I can only do half
And while his mellon swell up, a police pull up
He hopped out all up with the holster of his gun up
to protect and serve,
And it's in his to .38 ya' if you're testin' his nerves
He helped the wife-beater up,
But not before he helped Ali into some handcuffs
And you can my surprise,
When his girl came down the stairs with in her eyes
And a phone in her hand, her man
that was not the plan...