Luyện nghe bài hát Maxine

[r] you got your hands on moony
[g] say "word"
[r] we gonna get
[g] I don't give a fuck about them
[r] he a anyway? he be taking his packages? he a snitch too

In house there was money missing
She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the
Her kids never ate, pcw with her
Kids that she never shipped through to florida
Maxine dark skinned and bal' headed mean
Pams right together they're the coldest fiends
Ah! shit! guess who at the door
It's moony the supplier swung the door
Bitch open the door, maxine he kill me
Chill I got a cop, girl you don't know it's beef
Three long the hinges flew off
Kids sreamin' they happy faced slapped blue, maxine off
on in the crib, you wrong for what you did
"you gonna pay pam, fuck boo kissed your kids
get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real daddy
Next you see my caddy don't fucking flag me
[r] this is where he up at peep his movement
Maxine's in the kitchen grits is falling on the side
She had a cup of lye, somebody to die
Uh huh, y'all fucked up, smoked out my packages
You had shit and pappy shit?

Word to aunt may I want mine, out the nine
Get in the tub, he the hot iron pulled the plug out
He steamed pam brought it back to penny on times
in the dollar bill he sniffed like six lines
He put his gat down, why he do
Creeping through the crib is maxine pot down with the grits
Pam sucking his dick, maxine al greened him screaming in piss
He ran into ceas' room, grits down cryin' with his balls out
He stepped on clarences' biggie smalls
Mooney get niggaz, pam yelling rip that niggaz
went and got that dye out the kitchen
James jumped on moon, poked him with a driver
Broke the tv watching knight rider

This is pam jerkins mother house the same shit go on in her brother

You know is only a buck o'five wet
He only had two hundred dollars worth of
And the tore his ass up, the ceas had a huddle up
I felt sorry for'm, the shit when bowlegged keke hopped on 'im
Jumped on him pigeon moony poured dye on him
You should've his motherfuckin' face fryin', half dyin'
They stuck a through his nuts
The little was happy she beat the brotha up
Quick pick the up mooney over heard
Right before they threw him out the said word!? !

On the count of three he on the first floor balcony
Blood brains splashed.. he was dead? and the cops came
stapleton

All, all, all in now
We getting fresh right for the weather now
And if we fall in the game, yo that's now
Come to my projects and air you out