Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to
been selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the is full of trees again
The beast buried under the streets is to
the den of thieves and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any looking new to the kitchen
Cooking up and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet that the stay in the refrigerator
To keep it until it's on
Every day is for armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get stacks and bring it back to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round that much will make a motherfucker Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he
Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but he's goin', you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause they through sweepin'
And nobody got a sweepin' over you
Trust the is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
Skinner glass, fashion, and spinning back
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where at
Trunk is leaving the streets and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, Versace the nerves and the pain
Slang, it seems it's a the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the after the rain
Fucker, for the storm
Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you
The spoken is weak
Scream motherfucker, are cheap
You even even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, Clipping bitch