Luyện nghe bài hát One Mo Pound

I was rollin' through the one day
Thought shit den down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the since I den been around
Ain't to nobody from my block
all my niggas is locked up
And been all ever I seen wit a guillotine
So I was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen and some "greenodine"
seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill
(mothtafuckas ain't got no for me)
(niggas wanna put slugs in me)
So I'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my fifty seven
lynch hung, but the bitches call 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 recipts for
And the meat they ate from drive-bys 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 plot
Unlock the get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in"
And hot den a mothafucka
(all day everyday) i'mma stay up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a full of james brown
Cause I gots to get loaded so hold up

2xs]

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

but notches, booches
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 your neighborhood
To miss me with 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, stung him like a
Rib heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell express from his 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
Somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four
You on dirty water
Pack your shit up nigga like on only you and your ? woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke last pound

[chorus

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies blown)
And I was late home, intoxicated
with my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now animated
Motivate through you like a mist
You can hold me in chest-plate like that nitro hit
First degree told me if the weed can
It'll talk shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum b-legit
I'm to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' meat, fried raccoons
With a I need food to eat up
a fat blunt 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, 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]