Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to
Somebody selling them dreams again
again, the breeze is full of trees again
The buried under the streets is 'bout to
Leave the den of and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the of any cook looking new to the kitchen
Cooking up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the
He can bet that the cheddar in the refrigerator
To keep it until it's on
day is preparation for armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get three stacks and bring it to the fortress
Wrapping five fingers 'round that much cash make a motherfucker Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo when he
Po-po on his so he's slow but he's goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause they through sweepin'
And nobody got a sweepin' over you
Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a rap, rappers will battle where they at
Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and probably the map
verses, the hearses, Versace verses the nerves and the pain
Slang, it seems a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the folk that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the block after the
Fucker, prepare for the
Hope you got a blanket or a keepin' you warm
The spoken word is
motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You even even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, Clipping bitch