Luyện nghe bài hát On My Briefcase

(lynch):
Now on my briefcase was crumbled weed
A pack of saravegas and a 24 o.e.
as well skeez these couple of hoes
In my 69 malibu sittin' on and vogues
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome
With some you can't see me tint on the windows syndrome
it up, not givin' a muthafuckin' fizuck
Sold the cut, my ex-hoe that nigga's sqautin' what?
Got at the homie carl, and got of that bomb
Had me so high I got off like vietnam
Dead and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot
And the don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop
It's just that type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain
Siccmade niggas they make the world go
And if you fuck with siccmade you can get your ass gunned down

(phonk beta):
I had a homie who stayed up in alaska, used to transfer flights over
And flew me back about a ounce of that indica weed
And out of the whole zip possessed one
Had it wrapped tight all up in cellophane
Can't have the k-9 dogs it, man
If only you saw what I was seein', the was almost pure white, not green
Had to be one of those one hitter quitter splitters
That's the type a tweed that makes you wanna your baby-sitter
I roll a fattie, when I roll fattie
be all noid wonderin' why they lookin at me
Bitches have the nerve to say my ain't bomb
But it'll have lungs burnin', like your puffin' on napalm

(zagg):
I wipe sweat up off my forehead, I'm off the cusche
Lay back and a comfortable hit, with a q-tip, it's splittin' my lips
And my stays split off toothpicks
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin' dead bodies in
Appreciate the fact, come correct, I could be vicious
Suspicion, up on recognition I'm creepin' up from behind
a 12 gauge, non-fiction, I'm all prepared to go for mine
So step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, I be lit on a for real
With a machete I'll slice your neck just like them jason
traces, but I ain't pinned 'cause there's no evidence
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and I can sense the essence
What's the lesson? get tested, don't come if you can't come
It's that west coast shit for I don't know what you expected
I'm reckless, nevertheless I'm a pimp in a bulletproof
Puttin' it down, pound for pound, you need to a step down
50 caliber rounds, I'm through your whole town
Buckin' em down like doom set on with the bfg-9000 cartoon