Luyện nghe bài hát Loose Change

These ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, to mother,
Yo they had young silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me nigga,
the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the nigga, it's murder,
nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule,
Ay yo Buck, turn this up in my motherfuckin headphones,
me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM SLAP THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH!)
INC NIGGAS!!!

How many niggas hold heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta ya out.
An' if any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha ride down on ya
California, is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, dimes, an' died like penny."
An' Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Iovine,
Ya know ya team they some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' on.
I'm talkin' faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' Suge told me all about how ya ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, leave big messes...
An' I tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a or a man?
I really don't ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R, INC! I'm tha rappa sings,
totes an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' bitch to like:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I ain't up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha van.
my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have braids, you'll never know black
but you can become tha first rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is thangs,
hideout wit Change'.
An' you Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too 'cause I got a team of misfits quiet
an' they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all niggas,
an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of dem
that ain't had a hot song in how NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a slut,
so what's Hailie gon' be when she up?

MURRRDAAA!! Yall know it is.
MURRRDAAA!! know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! (BOOOOOM)