Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother fuckaz its Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I tuck the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin like the O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his love me.
Bullets like you can hear them bitches hummin,
Don't let that bird shit, he got a 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 sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get boy it's a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and 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 that paper I books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on your or put some money on your head.
ain't cheap,
You're off dead.
If you pay the fee,
Shout out my fee.
See mother fucker at the door don't get a key,
You outside in, so tell me what you see.
Its about its bigger than me
I my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you with the hit man,
Kidnap a nigga make him feel 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 your
Hail full 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 don't rape 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 like camacho, i got so
Much style i should be wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in niggaz need to wake up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She remember shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin 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 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)