Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz and I gotta tuck the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a stomach.
Niggaz I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest doin it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a trap.
Them pussy, born 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 niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it to that paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on feet or put some money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - say your prayers
mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the face
Off her back, jab her if she act
with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i just want the
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift like camacho, i got so
style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til
She don't remember shit! 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 got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
her then i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)