Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Lady Sings

[Intro:
{I'm tired of them motherfuckers down the block. time I come outside, them niggas..}
Ayo, some station radio {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
Get the joint, up, son}
all those niggas, man
We going Retardo on them niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right
What you stupid?
You even know what you talking bout, man
You fabricating the shit, man
Both of them was stand up niggas, man
Niggas went to war! You how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you gotta be a soldier (Gotta
ya bloodclot)
Speak what happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check this out, man, what niggas is doing here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, up, man
(Why ya'll dont know nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this here, man
(Who you? Who ya about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it could get
(Who ya talk to to?) But gon' be repercussions

[Verse 1:

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

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