Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the were talking to theyselves
Somebody been them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is full of trees
The beast under the streets is 'bout to
the den of thieves and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook looking new to the
Cooking up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the
He can bet that the stay in the refrigerator
To keep it fresh until 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 will make a Cassius Clay
Quick, the cash is pay, checking gas with a loaded fo-fo he rollin'
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 got a problem sweepin' over you
the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and spinning
So quit and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where at
rattle is leaving the streets and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, Versace verses the and the pain
Slang, it seems it's a the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the same folk that never a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the block the rain
Fucker, prepare for the
Hope you got a blanket or a body keepin' you
The spoken is weak
Scream motherfucker, dreams are
You ain't even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, it's bitch