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 since I den around
Ain't talked to nobody from my
Cause all my niggas is up
And it's been all I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen and some "greenodine"
Ain't a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill
(mothtafuckas got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put some in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty
Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me
They try to make me think they close to me, but neb'in
You know I to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't
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 them I deliver)
Got to get to my next
Unlock the get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And it's hot den a
(all day everyday) i'mma stay up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a full of james brown
I gots to get loaded so hold up soldier

[chorus:

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

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

2xs]

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
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 that hit
First degree told me if the weed can
It'll talk shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp like b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried
With a attitude I need to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my with my feet up
Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade
Stay til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and blow you up
And the goes

[brotha lynch hung sends out shout outs til the