Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 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 I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then 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 slip and fall into a death trap.
Them pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you we can trade like 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 to that paper I stack books.
You what I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some 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 lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its than me
I told my don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail 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 ya, i just want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the head
Swift fist camacho, i got so
style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a
Then fuck moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her (yo big, you're dead wrong)