Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (After Taxes)

Hey yo B.G., my drink my nigga
We gon' try this one more
I'm back motherfuckers, get the mac
Pull it out the trunk, clack muh'fuckers
I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin on it
And I ain't put no one but my motherfuckin on it (D-Block)
No R&B, I ain't have no muh'fuckin 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 through a couple vests
ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD bitch
What I'm sayin is no commercial
I to stomp shit out, drive by or get out
Got a money but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put face on the side of Chase
Then take your right off your little designer waist
Can beat you the hands, but I'm packin just in case
game, niggaz sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real niggaz with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, out a nigga company
D-B,
Still got the turntables next 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 humble, and fuck the sophomore jinx
I been around since the Benjamins was in the
It changed, I seen niggaz turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the
You will now board, flight 3-5-4
class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The music niggaz pray to God for
Y'all niggaz it yourself
But if you and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
{*gunshot*}