Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Ghosts on the avenue were talking to
Somebody been them dreams again
Breathe again, the breeze is full of again
The beast under the streets is 'bout to
Leave the den of and hooligans ready to
Fettuccine the noodles of any cook new to the kitchen
Cooking up and powder, flour the pan and the cake
He can bet the cheddar stay in the refrigerator
To keep it fresh it's on
Every day is for armageddon
A holocaust, any cost, you to get on one or on two
Get stacks and bring it back 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 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 sweepin' you
Trust the is thick, full of mattresses, get a passer to suck a dick
glass, killer fashion, and spinning back
So quit and get a gat
Fuck a battle rap, rappers will battle where at
Trunk rattle is leaving the streets and eating the map
Versus verses, the hearses, verses the nerves and the pain
Slang, it seems it's a the same folks sayin' it ain't
Are the same folk that never seen a candy paint
Or the after the rain
Fucker, for the storm
Hope you got a or a body keepin' you warm
The spoken word is
motherfucker, dreams are cheap
You even even gotta sleep
Don't sleep, it's Clipping