Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was through the hood one day
Thought shit den down,
"gang-bangin'" den out by the years since I den been around
talked to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is up
And it's been all ever I wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen grams and "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga
But now I'm off that kill
(mothtafuckas got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha hung, but the bitches call me kevin
They try to make me think close to me, but neb'in [never]
You know I gots to (say high) stay high, keep for alibis
And the they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a desguise
As I swoop the skies off that 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 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 pound full of james
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 bomb 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 paranoida den booches
Filthy rich, i'mma the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell neighborhood bitch
To miss me that hoe shit
i'mma get this nigga when he surface
And that's on everything I love, I to split his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a
Rib cage padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to express 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 in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
Somebody betta jack his ass up a six-four impala
You floatin' on dirty
Pack your shit up nigga it's on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home,
Fight my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's
through you like 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 museum like b-legit
I'm to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
With a attitude I need 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 loaded up
In my trunk I got the blow you up and blow you up
And the goes

lynch hung sends out shout outs til the end]