Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (After Taxes)

Hey yo B.G., pass my my nigga
We gon' try one more time
I'm back motherfuckers, get the mac
Pull it out the trunk, clack clack
I y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it
And I ain't put no one but my clique on it (D-Block)
No R&B, I ain't have no muh'fuckin on it
These niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple friends, got a couple less
I give a fuck, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD bitch
What I'm is ain't no commercial
I came to stomp shit out, by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm to bein without
So act like I won't put your on the side of Chase
Then your Bass right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin in case
Dice game, niggaz sweatin, that I ace
Real niggaz fuck with me, thank you if you with me
Now the hood, screamin out a nigga company
D-B,
Still got the right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one
I'ma let you bitches get to blow me, to 'em slowly
bein humble, and fuck the sophomore jinx
I been around the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I niggaz turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the
You will now board, number 3-5-4
First class hip-hop, and we in hardcore
The niggaz pray to they God for
Y'all niggaz it yourself
But if you and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
Whattup?