Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you 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 that bird shit, he got a stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I don't I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, shoot a nigga in his and leg,
Then tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest doin it,
Bet baby.
These other niggaz dope, I'm wet 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 cry wolf, I'm on that dry Cush,
And when it comes to paper I stack 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 mother fucker at the door get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about money its bigger me
I my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him like a kid again.
Relax and notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail mary of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the north
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you got me honey
I don't wanna rape ya, i just want the
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you mr. macho, the head honcho
fist like camacho, i got so
Much i should be down wit the stylistics
up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the
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"
i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're dead wrong)