Luyện nghe bài hát Loose Change

These ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, to mother,
Yo they had Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me nigga,
What the these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, murder,
nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule,
Ay yo Buck, turn shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
me up niggas, fuck 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 ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride on ya
California, is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
An' Murda Inc. will send deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, and Jimmy Iovine,
Ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, peed on,
an' on.
I'm 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' Suge told me all how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' 'lil dresses,
my pumps, leave big messes...
An' I tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R, INC! I'm tha rappa sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't 'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' to Russell like:
shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I shoot up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha van.
my nigga J *muah*
Tha will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha for?
You neva gon' have braids, you'll never know black
but you can become tha white rappa slain.
Jus' get yo mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit Change'.
An' you nigga Ima you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too 'cause I got a of misfits thats quiet
an' they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all niggas,
an' Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
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!! know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know it is.
MURRRDAAA!! (BOOOOOM)