Luyện nghe bài hát Joey Don't Do It

[Jimi
"Hey Joe, now where you goin that
gun in yo' hand?"

Yeah, yeahhh, AOWWWW!
when you thought it was, s-s-s-s-safe
I ran up in the crib and the motherfuckin safe
Got full of bass, got pills, got ones
And everybody that, Joey got a gun
I got ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper, yes I'm a hustler
A to the K the motherfuckin muffler
when the God speak, when I squeeze my palm squeak
Drop more shells on your block than Beach
Don't do it, don't do it, shit don't do it
I said fuck it I'ma this shit back to the future
Niggaz call me German so I hit 'em the Ruger
Bullets like Pass, they run right through ya
Got the for superjokers to supertorch ya
Stupid is what does, now move it Coka
I'ma it's over, you ain't got a chance
And I don't even need a gun, I know how to

Yeah, uhh
Joey got a gun, and know
that black kitted car stash box it go
Fo'-fo' long, told Curtis he could hold
Run in your room, and take yo' gat
Got old guns for new niggaz, my
And I talkin 'bout music, get your soul clapped
Canons so big, bounce, exit
Play Superman, fuck around, get S split
42 shots to the chest, your vest went?
No more for niggaz, no exceptions
Got the with me and them niggaz kinda desperate
Give a nigga a job like Tony, do
Pounding, ran the on the man's border
Taliban style, blow his brains on the
You can hear death in my voice, it manslaughter
Pistol whip the out this bitch, put my hands on her