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
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 motherfuckin on it (D-Block)
No R&B, I have no muh'fuckin chick on it
other niggaz songs, jail niggaz beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a less
I give a fuck, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This ain't you TV, I'm DVD bitch
What I'm sayin is ain't no
I came to stomp out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to without
So act I won't 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 nigga
D-B,
got the turntables 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, talk to 'em
Fuck bein humble, and fuck the sophomore
I around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done wild out and didn't
I even two guns up like I was in the jungle
You will now board, flight number
First class hip-hop, and we landin in
The music niggaz pray to God for
Y'all niggaz judge it
But if you soft and do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
Whattup?