Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (After Taxes)

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