Luyện nghe bài hát Off The Wall

Let me ask this question quick, umm
As far as the
And the name change and everything like
Now how did come about?
How did that evolve into the Brovaz
And everything that?

was jealousy, man
That's all is, man
(Jealousy, man)
and ignorance, man

got me stressed, man
Oh, burn a spliff, don't worry about that

In my Cadi, I have a [unverified]
Uncle Sam arms men to in the 'hood
I 'em snap it, test it
My choice of
Smif-N-Wessun, try
Sue me for the
Yo, pimpin'?
Yo, who's

I up in the morning, what did I see?
faces starin' down at me
First off with the as fear overpowered me
Chlorophyll got me to black, I can't breathe
askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun
We got you now we're for your partner
you're messin' with the incomin' currency
And frankly we don't give a about your privacy

We watchin' you for a while now
We know about the made back and forth
Down south of mouth
You had your peoples out
But I doubt you had 'em out
we can pick 'em out
Now we got 'em listed on our systems
Know the crimes and the names of all their victims
Even got the pinpoint spotter where you
You got big dreams comin' tryin' to change things

Let me say
Why try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions
They want our sufferations, and tribulations
Too to mention
Well, them that we no 'fraid
We don't a big gate
every corner, angle, and section
[Unverified] not far
I see '99 in crystal
city-order ducks softly walk

I got by the government the other day
I it and read it, it said they was suin'
Said I couldn't the way that I was movin'
And I couldn't do the things I was doin'
Causin' mass confusion with the name we was usin'
they gun sales was conflictin' with our music
Sent me contracts just to prove it
The on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives
Ain't that the most off the wall shit you in your life

Probably his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area
Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm you
I'm ya, askin', "Yo seed, who was me?"
At the same time you break my CD
Run it to the phone callin' up
I had it up to here with these rap neegers
even got my local boys sayin' that stuff
I wanna my plain data for a million plush

I got a letter from the corporate the day
I open and read it, they said was suin'
about we was causin' confusion
Wanted me and my son to the name we was usin'
Had our nervous, soup, try to serve it
Got our investors actin' real tryin' to jerk us
Got Tek ready to break
I'm chillin' and pumpin', say somethin'
I tell you why the won't even think nothin'

Hell
Oh,
I

We gonna 'em all to hell

Hell
Oh,
I

We gonna 'em all to hell

So hesitant
Where a brother quest to
I sense no hinder, gender, intent
In fact, cops signed the last government
Yeah, umm
So where's your world war?

Now presently on tour,
on knockin' at your door
Your revolver down many of '90's lords
Cut to ad campaign, your gun stores
So they welcome your of a tribe called Cocoa