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 season
You got your I got my piece
And all I need now is a reason for me to squeasin'
fact, gimme your rings, watch, and yo house keys
And make it shorty, or I'ma put gun smoke up in the breeze
And I'm glad he call my bluff cause I ain't really had my gat
It wouldn't of been nothing for him to back
My wig, he saw piggy go wee-wee all the way home
To get my chrome cause now I got to some shots off in that dome (Why's that?)
Because my manhood has got to in pact
He can't just play me out in of the ladies, that shit is wack
But now I got my gat back in the downtown district
Dyin' to spill some on this motherfucking biscuit
Seen him kicking it out on like it was nothin'
Go the block one more time and I swear to God I'm dumpin'
Looked my shoulder knowin' time was any place
I jumped out the car, unloaded the up in his face!
no feelin, peelin' out, tires all squeelin'
Adrenilen to my brain got me higher than the
But people talk, probly never get dissed again
And Minnesota got ten thousand 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 and dipped in my lady's transam
If they ask you where I am don't tell em
You ain't seen me or heard me, she asked where I would go
I said you know I'ma go with grandma down in Chicago
I how fast your car go, way up over a hundred
But I can't get caught speedin, I might be federally
Man cops be on it, I can't afford to get sloppy
Cause if I up at any single point yo they got me
So I the accelerator never greater than (???)
Thinking strictly about my journey, I did still hasn't hit me
I touch down in the shy, grandma on southside
Just trying to get some rest after eight hour drive
And Grandma surprised, but always to see me
So I'm up at the rest playing Nintendo watching t.v
And me I know that I'm still on the run
But I'm happy that this part of the getaway is
I..

3]
Yo, kinda hard to live with what I did
Cause everytime I close my eyes all I see is me blasting 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 know gotta die sometime
And said I had a cousin in Minnesota that I ain't even know about ya know
And last week he got his brains blown out
And so his funeral was being held today
I'm dressed in black Versacci and mad respect I
But whoever shot my cousin sure wet up that bastard
Cause the wake and the funeral was closed casket
But yo, they had his picture on the and oh damn
had his picture on the program and oh damn
Starred at my cousin on that program and I couldn't speak
That's the kid that I shot week