Luyện nghe bài hát On My Briefcase

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

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

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