Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother fuckaz its Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One on my money, on hand on my buddy,
the AK47 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 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 nigga it,
Bet baby.
other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get get back boy it's a set back,
ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his 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 heard I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some on your head.
Life cheap,
better off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You lookin in, so tell me what you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I told my homies don't kill him the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you with the hit man,
a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take of the marijuana smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say prayers
Hail full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't rape ya, i just want the paper
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 in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker 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 i asked her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're wrong)