Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was rollin' the hood one day
Thought den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the 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 and some "greenodine"
Ain't a block nigga since
But now I'm off that green
(mothtafuckas ain't got no 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 [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys mine
Cause mine's a supe'
As I the skies high off that buddha
Tah the cusche and the purple hairs
And it got me
(now I'm on the river)
mr. fedex
(cause bodies I deliver)
Got to get to my next
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks"
And the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And it's hot den a
(all day everyday) i'mma loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound of james brown
Cause I gots to get 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 at my side
But I got some bomb ass in my ride)

Nothin but notches,
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, have my pay
The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den these
rich, i'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell neighborhood bitch
To miss me with that hoe
Cause i'mma get this nigga when he
And that's on everything I love, I to split his wig
up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib cage heavily padded, hit him the automatic shells
him to hell express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we to the house 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 dirty
your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke last pound

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
with my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's
Motivate through you like a mist
You can hold me in your like that nitro hit
First degree told me if the can toss
talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum like
I'm tryin to my head 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 mode indo 95 upgrade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and blow you up
And the goes

[brotha lynch sends out shout outs til the end]