Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother its Weezy Baby,
Niggaz bitchin and I gotta 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,
the AK47 made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can them bitches hummin,
Don't let bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz know I'm sick I spit I vomit,
Got it?
One egg of the omelet.
Simon says, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up 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.
boys pussy, born without a backbone,
And if you strapped we can trade the Dow Jones.
Wet him up, I hope he got his on,
I aim at the moon, and get my on.
niggaz 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 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 every mother at the door don't get a key,
You outside lookin in, so tell me you see.
Its about money its than 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 him feel like a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun
Biggie for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - say your prayers
mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her gucci bag and the 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"
the one you call mr. macho, the head honcho
Swift like camacho, i got so
style i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
Smell the beat you to a seizure
Then your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
on the tits! had the hooker 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"
her then 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)