Luyện nghe bài hát Goines Tale

Yo
This right here
Is
To the infamous, great
Donald
life, C, R, U, Cru representaion

Black Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool
Former, now a pimp, damn fool
a, Black Gangster, Inner City Hoodlum
Phat prankster, must admit a good one
But little do he know he on a, Death List, and
This'll be, Kenyatta's Escape, Kenyatta's Hit
Partners, he and Ken' was
Till one day spark that traum up and got a buzz
Said he heard Kenyatta had phoned his
So, he shot him over this rumor, tried to take his
Promised Kenyatta would, Die Alone
So he went home, and shot his wife she was on the phone
Shot her in the head and then she lay
jeted in his, Eldorado Red
Kenyatta die he would, Cry Revenge
stop till he saw the pimp's dead end
Pimp went to house to see his, Street Players
Collect all the doe cause yo that's the game is
called, Swamp Man, cause he's like a Munster
Violent in the street ever since he was a
See you was a, Whoreson, son of a
And from this the violent mental we wore
Forgot about Kenyatta thought was ghost
While doin what he tryin to make the most
And for two shootins, he never got caught
Smart man up in the new house he bought
found out with the quickness where he lived
Written the address went up the crib
Ooze and vest he ain't
his rest, shit is best to put that pimp to the test
Six months later Ken' was
Instead of an ooze this he had a mack in his backpack
Yawnin, in the wee of the mornin
Pimps' to leave his whorehouse at dawnin
he is, suddenly appears
Nuthin in his hand except a six of Heiniken beers
out the bushes, the trigger he pushes
Hits up, Swamp Man, and mad blood
Fills him with lead, puts the in his head
Then slides, Man, lay dead
Runs up a few there go the cops
must have heard the RAT A TAT pops of the shots
His mind's racin what he should
Give up or say, Fuck It!, and the cops too
Stops in his tracks and down to kneel
She been before yo he know how it feels
He his gun, and with it the beef
Now a, White Mans Black Mans Grief