Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
Thought den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years I den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my
all my niggas is locked up
And it's all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen grams and "greenodine"
Ain't a block nigga since
But now I'm off kill green
(mothtafuckas got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put some in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my fifty seven
Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches me kevin
They try to make me they close to me, but neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep for alibis
And the meat they ate from them ain't mine
Cause mine's a supe'
As I swoop the skies high off that
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 heat the heat it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And it's hot den a
(all day everyday) stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a full of james brown
Cause I to get loaded so hold up soldier

[chorus:

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

Nothin but notches,
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta my pay
The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den booches
Filthy rich, take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your bitch
To miss me that hoe shit
Cause i'mma get this when he surface
And that's on everything I love, I gots to his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, 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 went to the house and did shit
I know I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood
Somebody betta jack his ass up a six-four impala
You on dirty water
Pack shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last

2xs]

(if you any smoke it's 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 animated
Motivate through you like a foggy
You can me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit
First degree me if the weed can toss
It'll talk shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a museum like b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the
Live so high up in the mountains snake meat, fried raccoons
a attitude I need food to eat up
Smoke a fat on my couch with my feet up
Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 siccmade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, lay, i'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll you up
And the goes

[brotha lynch hung out shout outs til the end]