Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue talking to theyselves
Somebody been selling them dreams
Breathe again, the breeze is full of again
The beast buried under the streets is to
the den of thieves and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook looking new to the
up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet that the stay in the refrigerator
To it fresh until it's on
Every day is for armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get three and bring it back to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash will make a motherfucker Cassius
Quick, the cash is pay, gas with a loaded fo-fo when he rollin'
Po-po on his shoulder so he's slow but goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause they comin' sweepin'
And nobody got a sweepin' over you
Trust the shadows is thick, of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and back
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle they 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 no-brainer the folks sayin' it ain't
Are the same folk that seen a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the after the rain
Fucker, for the storm
you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm
The spoken word is
Scream motherfucker, dreams are
You ain't even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, it's Clipping