Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz and I gotta tuck the cannon.
close 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 birds you can hear them 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, shoot a nigga in his 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 back get back boy a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz and fall into a death trap.
Them boys pussy, born a backbone,
And if you strapped we can 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 comes to that paper I books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some money on head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
out my nigga fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about its bigger than me
I told my homies kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
miss, you fuckin with 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 - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me honey
I wanna 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 should be down wit the
up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; beat you to a
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't 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 then i her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)