Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (After Taxes)

Hey yo B.G., pass my drink my
We gon' try one more time
I'm motherfuckers, get the mac muh'fuckers
it out the trunk, clack clack muh'fuckers
I told y'all to "Walk 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 chick on it
These niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple friends, got a couple less
I don't give a fuck, my bullets goin a couple vests
This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD
What I'm sayin is ain't no
I came to stomp shit out, by or get out
Got a lil' but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put your face on the side of
Then take your Bass off your little designer waist
Can beat you the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real fuck with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the hood, screamin out a nigga company
D-B,
Still got the turntables right to the instant replay
I let you get to know me, now this one here
I'ma let you get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly
bein humble, and fuck the sophomore jinx
I around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I niggaz turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done wild out and fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the
You will now board, flight number
class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The niggaz pray to they God for
Y'all niggaz it yourself
But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your
{*gunshot*}