Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
Thought shit den down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody my block
Cause all my niggas is up
And it's been all ever I seen wit a
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen and some "greenodine"
seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill
(mothtafuckas got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put slugs in me)
So I'm 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me
They try to make me think they close to me, but neb'in
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, recipts for alibis
And the they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a desguise
As I swoop the skies high off buddha
Tah mixed the and the purple 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 freezer get the meat for the "rocks"
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in"
And it's hot den a
(all day everyday) i'mma loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a full of james brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up

2xs]

The count
(one more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a 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 gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den booches
Filthy rich, i'mma the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood
To miss me with that hoe
Cause i'mma get this when he surface
And that's on I love, I gots to split his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a
Rib heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the and did that shit
I know I said I do it alone in the pass, in the neighborhood knew
betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
You floatin' on water
Pack your shit up nigga like it's on you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last

2xs]

(if you smell any smoke just 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 like that hit
First degree me if the weed can toss
It'll talk some shit, get me an underspot
Make me a museum like b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my on the moon
Live so high up in the eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
With a attitude I food to eat up
Smoke a fat on my couch with my feet up
Top notch program, dos indo 95 upgrade siccmade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma stay up
In my I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
And the count

lynch hung sends out shout outs til the end]