Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (After Taxes)

Hey yo B.G., my drink my nigga
We try this one more time
I'm motherfuckers, get the mac muh'fuckers
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 chick on it
These niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a less
I don't give a fuck, my goin through a couple vests
This ain't 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 face on the of Chase
take your Bass right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm just in case
game, niggaz sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real niggaz fuck with me, thank you if you stuck me
Now the whole hood, screamin out a nigga
D-B,
Still got the right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to me, now this one here
I'ma let you bitches get to blow me, 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
that, I done wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the
You now board, flight number 3-5-4
First class hip-hop, and we landin in
The music niggaz to they God for
niggaz judge it yourself
But if you soft and don't do dirt, music might be bad for your health
Whattup?