Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
bitchin and I gotta tuck the cannon.
Listen I got duct tape and rope,
leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his love me.
Bullets like birds you can them bitches hummin,
Don't let that 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, shoot a in his thigh and leg,
tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um.
I'm the nigga 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 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 niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And it comes 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,
Shout out my fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside in, so tell me what you see.
Its money its bigger than me
I told my don't kill him bring 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, i take tokes of the marijuana smoke
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker layer - say your prayers
Hail mary full of grace.. smack the in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna ya, i just want 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
style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the hooker beggin for the
And your ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a combination of of pain and bobby brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her who's the she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're wrong)