Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct and rope,
I'll leave you missin the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear 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,
Then tell him up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
Some cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to that I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your or put some money on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every mother fucker at the door get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about its bigger than me
I told my homies kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken
I don't rape ya, i just want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the honcho
fist like camacho, i got so
Much style i be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And your moms ugly love; my dick got rock quick
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 in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)