Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
shit den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den around
Ain't talked to from my block
Cause all my is locked up
And it's been all ever I wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen and some "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga
But now I'm off kill green
(mothtafuckas got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, redrum wit my three fifty seven
lynch hung, but the bitches call 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 they ate from drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a supe'
As I swoop the skies high off that
Tah mixed the cusche and the purple
And it got me
(now I'm on the river)
mr. fedex
(cause bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my plot
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks"
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in"
And hot den a mothafucka
(all day everyday) i'mma stay up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound full of james
I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier

[chorus:

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

but notches, booches
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, have my pay
The got me high now I'm paranoida den these booches
rich, i'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, your neighborhood bitch
To miss me with that hoe
i'mma get this nigga when he surface
And on everything 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 address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the and did that shit
I know I I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
Somebody betta jack his ass up like a impala
You on dirty water
Pack your shit up like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your pound

2xs]

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
with my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now animated
Motivate through you a foggy mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate that nitro hit
degree told me if the weed can toss
It'll talk shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum like
I'm to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, raccoons
With a attitude I food to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my up
Top program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade
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]