Luyện nghe bài hát Nine Double Em

(Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-ta-tatta to make his blood
(4x)

1]
You jackin me you go the wrong
You got piece I got my piece
And all I need now is a for me to start squeasin'
Matter fact, gimme your rings, watch, and yo house
And make it fast shorty, or I'ma put gun up in the breeze
And I'm glad he ain't call my bluff cause I really had my gat
It wouldn't of nothing for him to peel back
My wig, he saw this piggy go wee-wee all the way
To get my cause now I got to lock some shots off in that dome (Why's that?)
Because my manhood has got to stay in
He can't just play me out in front of the ladies, shit is wack
But now I got my gat back down in the district
Dyin' to spill gravy on this motherfucking biscuit
Seen him it out on Nicklet like it was nothin'
Go around the block one more time and I to God I'm dumpin'
Looked over my shoulder knowin' was any place
I out the car, unloaded the nine up in his face!
With no feelin, out, tires all squeelin'
to my brain got me higher than the ceilin'
But people talk, I'll probly get dissed again
And Minnesota got ten lakes to dump the pistol in

Oooh..
Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, listen to my millimeter go bang (Go Bang!) (4x)

2]
I ran home quick, changed my clothes and in my lady's transam
If they ask you where I am tell em shit
You ain't seen me or from me, she asked where I would go
I said you know I'ma go stay with down in Chicago
I know how fast car go, way up over a hundred
But I get caught speedin, I might be federally wanted
Man them be on it, I can't afford to get sloppy
if I slip up at any single point yo they got me
So I rock the accelerator never than (???)
Thinking strictly about my journey, what I did still hit me
I touch down in the shy, stay on southside
Just trying to get some rest after that eight hour
And surprised, but always happy to see me
So I'm kicked up at the rest playing Nintendo t.v
And believe me I know I'm still on the run
But I'm happy that this part of the getaway is
I..

3]
Yo, it's kinda hard to live what I did
everytime I close my eyes all I see is me blasting that kid
But yo, I did what I had to do
If that was him in my shoes he of blasted me too
Besides, everybody's mamma cry
And you everyone gotta die sometime
And grandma said I had a cousin in Minnesota that I even know about ya know
And just last week he got his blown out
And so his little funeral was being held
I'm in black Versacci and mad respect I payed
But whoever shot my cousin wet up that poor bastard
Cause the wake and the funeral was closed casket
But yo, they had his picture on the program and oh
They had his picture on the program and oh
Starred at my on that program and I couldn't even speak
That's the kid that I last week