Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother fuckaz its Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
leave you missin like 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 hear them hummin,
let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
Then him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the nigga doin it,
Bet baby.
These niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall a death trap.
Them pussy, born without 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 niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it comes to that paper I books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on feet 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 me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - say your prayers
mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north
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
Much i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz to wake up
the indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the til amnesia
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my got rock quick
I guess i was a of house of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her who's the she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're wrong)