Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother 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 know I'm sick I don't 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 doin it,
Bet baby.
other niggaz 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 boys pussy, born a backbone,
And if you strapped we can like 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 to that paper I stack books.
You what 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,
Shout out my fee.
See every mother fucker at the door get a key,
You lookin 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.
miss, you fuckin with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - say your prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
her gucci bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me honey
I don't rape 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 like 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 beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the til amnesia
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 your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got 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 her who's the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)