Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Lady Sings

[Intro:
{I'm tired of motherfuckers down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..}
Ayo, some major station radio {aiyo, on, hurry up}
Get the joint, {hurry up,
all those niggas, man
We going Ricky Retardo on niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right
What you seen
You don't even know what you 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 about happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check this out, man, what is doing over 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 right here, man
(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we 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 went off, told him he can't sling his raw
he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his bangles flew off
His Balleys was scuffed, he blew a kiss
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 his shirt
Showing his stomach, the kid had on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, caught her for a
her titties right up out the bitch bra
No selling over here, Jack, heard the dread
'You be dead in a week' he stumbled back
Little young Keyon rushed him, yeah, was a vet
soldiers, shorty hit the neck
Blood squirted, like laundry detergent, the dread fell out
Right from there, he gon' a surgeon
You ain't yet?

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