Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue talking to theyselves
Somebody been selling them again
again, the breeze is full of trees again
The beast buried under the is 'bout to
Leave the den of thieves and ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook new to the kitchen
Cooking up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the
He can bet the cheddar stay in the refrigerator
To keep it fresh until on
Every day is preparation for
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 will make a motherfucker 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', wouldn't
If you scared, say you scared, they comin' through sweepin'
And nobody got a problem over you
Trust the shadows is thick, of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning
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 verses the and the pain
Slang, it it's a no-brainer the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the same folk that never seen a caddy-driven paint
Or the block after the
Fucker, for the storm
Hope you got a blanket or a keepin' you warm
The spoken is weak
motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You even even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, Clipping bitch