Luyện nghe bài hát Loose Change

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

How many niggas hold they like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta ya out.
An' if there's any change left I ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride on ya
California, love is 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' Murda Inc. will send deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Iovine,
Ya know ya they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' on.
I'm talkin' faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' Suge told me all about how ya used ta transvestites home,
an' occasionally thongs.
No Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I records,
of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you 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' ?? bitch to Russell like:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha van.
my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha for?
You neva gon' have braids, you'll never black pain
but you can become tha first rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is thangs,
wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days too 'cause I got a team of misfits thats 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 be when she grows up?

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