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 have no muh'fuckin chick on it
These other niggaz songs, jail beat they dick on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple
I don't give a fuck, my bullets through a couple vests
This rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD bitch
What I'm sayin is no commercial
I came to stomp out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein
So act I won't put your face on the side of Chase
Then take your Bass off your little designer waist
Can beat you the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, niggaz sweatin, hopin I ace
Real niggaz fuck me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, out a nigga company
D-B,
Still got the turntables right to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one
I'ma let you bitches get to me, talk to 'em slowly
Fuck bein humble, and fuck the jinx
I around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen niggaz Bryant Gumbel
After that, I wild out and didn't fumble
I even two guns up like I was in the jungle
You now board, flight number 3-5-4
class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The niggaz pray to they God for
Y'all niggaz judge it
But if you soft and don't do dirt, this might be bad for your health
{*gunshot*}