Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen close I got duct and rope,
leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the made his neighborhood love me.
like birds you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest doin it,
Bet baby.
These other dope, I'm wet crack 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 trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I he got his towel on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
niggaz 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 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 in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken
I don't wanna rape ya, i just the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift fist camacho, i got so
Much style i be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the
And moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of house of and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her (yo big, you're dead wrong)