Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was rollin' the hood one day
Thought den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den out by the years since I den been around
Ain't to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is up
And been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
grams 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 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 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 them ain't mine
Cause a supe' desguise
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
the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause 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
I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier

[chorus:

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

Nothin but notches,
my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
The gaungay got me high now I'm paranoida den booches
rich, i'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, your neighborhood bitch
To miss me with hoe shit
Cause i'mma get this nigga when he
And that's on everything I love, I gots to his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a
Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the shells
him to hell express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the and did that shit
I I said I do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
You floatin' on water
Pack your up nigga like it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track ass down, smoke your last pound

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies blown)
And I was gettin' home, intoxicated
Fight with my old
She was comin at unreal, hit the and now she's animated
Motivate through you a foggy mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate like nitro hit
First degree me if the weed can toss
It'll some shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried
a attitude I need 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, lay, i'mma stay loaded up
In my I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
And the count

[brotha lynch hung sends out shout til the end]