Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
Thought den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den out by the years since I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my
Cause all my niggas is up
And it's been all ever I seen wit a
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen grams and "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga
But now I'm off kill green
(mothtafuckas ain't got no for me)
(niggas wanna put some in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches me kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but neb'in
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep for alibis
And the meat ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a supe'
As I swoop the skies high off buddha
Tah mixed the cusche and the hairs
And it got me
(now I'm on the river)
mr. fedex
(cause them I deliver)
Got to get to my next
Unlock the get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in"
And it's hot den a
(all day everyday) i'mma stay up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a full of james brown
Cause I to get loaded so hold up soldier

2xs]

The count
(one pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
(ain't got no ass bitch at my side
But I got bomb ass weed in my ride)

but notches, booches
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, have my pay
The gaungay got me now I'm paranoida den these booches
Filthy rich, i'mma the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood
To miss me that hoe shit
Cause i'mma get this nigga when he
And that's on I love, I gots to split his wig
Opened up the little packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib cage padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell express from his mailing
We got his name, for sho', we went to the house and did that shit
I know I said I do it alone in the pass, in the neighborhood knew
Somebody betta jack his ass up like a impala
You floatin' on water
Pack your shit up nigga it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, your last pound

2xs]

(if you smell any smoke it's me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
Fight with my old
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's
Motivate through you like a mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate that nitro hit
First degree told me if the can toss
It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an
Make me a museum like b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains snake meat, fried raccoons
With a I need food to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch my feet up
Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the you up and it'll blow you up
And the goes

[brotha lynch hung sends out outs til the end]