Luyện nghe bài hát Joey Don't Do It

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

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

Yeah, uhh
Joey got a gun, and know
that black kitted car stash box it go
Fo'-fo' long, Curtis he could hold that
Run in your hotel room, and yo' gat
Got old guns for new niggaz, my
And I ain't talkin 'bout music, get soul clapped
Canons so big, bounce, exit
Play Superman, around, get your S split
42 shots to the chest, where your went?
No passes for niggaz, no exceptions
Got the goons with me and them niggaz kinda
a nigga a job like Tony, do reception
Pounding, ran the chain on the man's
Taliban style, his brains on the camcorder
You can death in my voice, call it manslaughter
Pistol whip the out this bitch, put my hands on her