Luyện nghe bài hát On My Briefcase

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

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

(zagg):
I that sweat up off my forehead, I'm off the cusche
Lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a q-tip, it's my lips
And my stays split off toothpicks
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin' dead in ditches
Appreciate the fact, come correct, 'cause I be vicious
Suspicion, comin' up on 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 base
With a machete I'll your neck just like them jason cases
Murder traces, but I ain't pinned 'cause there's no
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and I can almost sense the
What's the lesson? get tested, don't if you can't come correct
It's that west coast for life I don't know what you expected
I'm reckless, nevertheless I'm a pimp in a bulletproof
it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
50 caliber rounds, I'm runnin' your whole town
Buckin' em down like set on deathmatch with the bfg-9000 cartoon