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 major station radio {aiyo, on, hurry up}
Get the joint, up, son}
Kill all niggas, man
We going Ricky Retardo on niggas
{Everybody just shut the fuck up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade now}
What you stupid?
You don't even what you talking bout, man
You fabricating the shit, man
of them niggas was stand up niggas, man
Niggas went to war! You how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you still be a soldier (Gotta
ya bloodclot)
Speak about what then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check this out, man, what niggas is over here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, up, man
(Why ya'll dont nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who Who ya talk 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, the four out
And went off, told him he can't sling his raw
When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his flew off
His was scuffed, then he blew a kiss
Bleeding out the side of his ear, niggas was
And the silk was ripped off, Punch cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he kept hitting, dread his shirt
his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, her for a Louis
Snatched her titties up out the bitch bra
No selling here, Jack, heard the dread mumble
be dead in a week' then he stumbled back
Little young Keyon him, yeah, shorty was a vet
Gillette soldiers, shorty hit the
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 lady sings, the fat sings
The fat lady sings, the fat sings, the fat lady sings