Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet baby, yes.
Get back get boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can like the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it to that paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See every mother at the door don't get a key,
You outside in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies don't him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the honcho
Swift fist camacho, i got so
Much style i should be down wit the
Make up to break up in background*} niggaz need to wake up
the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the til amnesia
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock
I i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her (yo big, you're dead wrong)