Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Lady Sings

[Intro:
{I'm tired of them motherfuckers down the block. Every time I outside, them niggas..}
Ayo, some major station {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
Get the joint, {hurry up,
all those niggas, man
We going Ricky Retardo on niggas
just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right now}
What you stupid?
You don't even know what you bout, man
You the wrong shit, man
Both of niggas was stand up niggas, man
went to war! You know how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you gotta be a soldier (Gotta
ya bloodclot)
Speak about what then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
this out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, up, man
(Why dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who you? Who ya talk about?) up, man, we know how real it could get
(Who ya talk to to?) But it's gon' be

[Verse 1:

Punch broke the dread's jaw, the four out
And off, told him that he can't sling his raw
When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles off
His Balleys was scuffed, then he blew a
Bleeding out the side of his ear, was staring
And the silk shirt was ripped off, cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, dread grabbed his
his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they Tasha, caught her for a Louis
her titties right up out the bitch bra
No over here, Jack, heard the dread mumble
be dead in a week' then he stumbled back
Little Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
Gillette soldiers, hit the neck
Blood squirted, look like detergent, the dread fell out
Right there, he gon' need a surgeon
You dead yet?

[Outro:
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat sings
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat sings