Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Boys

Howdy do mother fuckaz its Baby,
Niggaz and I gotta tuck the cannon.
close I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin the fuckin O` bannons.
One hand on my money, on on my buddy,
That's the AK47 his neighborhood love me.
Bullets birds you can hear them bitches 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, a nigga in his thigh and leg,
Then tell him catch up mayonnaise, um.
I'm the sickest nigga it,
Bet baby.
These niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes.
Get back get back boy a set back,
Clumsy ass slip and fall into a death trap.
Them 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 comes to that paper I books.
You what 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,
Shout out my fee.
See every fucker at the door don't get a key,
You lookin in, so tell me what 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 make him feel a kid again.
Relax and take notes, while i take tokes of the marijuana
you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie smalls for mayor, the rap
The hooker - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail 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 oh you got me mistaken honey
I wanna rape ya, i just want the paper
The visa, i'm out like, "the vapors"
Who's the one you call mr. macho, the honcho
fist like camacho, i got so
Much i should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to up
Smell the indonesia; you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the til amnesia
She don't shit! just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me the clits!
Suckin on the tits! had the beggin for the dick
And moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess i was a 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"
Then i bust in her e-y-e (yo big, dead wrong)