Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue talking to theyselves
Somebody selling them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is of trees again
The beast buried the streets is 'bout to
Leave the den of and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any looking new to the kitchen
Cooking up wishes and powder, flour the pan and the
He can bet that the stay in the refrigerator
To it fresh 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 back to the
five fingers 'round that much cash 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 goin', wouldn't you?
If you scared, say you scared, cause comin' through sweepin'
And nobody got a problem over you
Trust the shadows is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a
Skinner glass, killer fashion, and back
So backspinning and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will where they at
Trunk is leaving the streets and probably eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, Versace verses the nerves and the
Slang, it seems it's a the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the same that never seen a caddy-driven candy paint
Or the block after the
Fucker, prepare for the
you got a blanket or a body keepin' you warm
The word is weak
motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You ain't even even gotta
Don't sleep, it's Clipping