Luyện nghe bài hát Huey

Foot and on the gates
We was jumping, oh fuck, I'm like in my ways
Was always stuck and I'm stuck until an came
The first I changed fast through Los Angeles lanes
And my bitch say the spliff the soul from me
And the clique tight-knit, like the 'lo rugby
Beat the beat up like it stole from me
You can to Clancy you need a feature, or quote from me
I'm off the lancy, I reek of reefer and money
It's Early running niggas, who cold running shit
The like lotion, he get it he go rub 'em in
Critics pretend to get it and bitches just don't with him
I the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white
And a Colt 45 in it, you how I get it
I'm myself and a toast to all my niggas
And there ain't no time limit, I'm as hell
And I gotta jot it quick cause I focus so well

And now, a formal