Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do fuckaz 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 hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 made his love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them hummin,
Don't let that shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggaz I'm sick I don't spit 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 niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy a set back,
Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall 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.
Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on dry Cush,
And when it to that paper I stack books.
You heard I said,
I can put you on your feet or put some 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 lookin in, so me what you see.
Its about money its than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the 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 tokes of the marijuana
Throw you in a - gun smoke, gun smoke
smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - say your prayers
mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
Take her bag and the north face
Off her back, jab her if she act
with 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"
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 break up {*singing in background*} niggaz to wake up
Smell the beat you to a seizure
Then your 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 moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock
I guess i was a combination of house of pain and brown
I was "humpin around" and "jump-in around"
Jacked her then i asked her the man; she said, "b-i-g"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, you're wrong)