Luyện nghe bài hát Outta Town Shit

I'm six foot two and a
With shoes on it three even
shot but I'm still breathing
Sent back to Pittsburgh
With they necks up no lie
See that's what happens when fly
Doves cry when a thug
It might rain if you're a guy
we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em
And going in we let the fiends 'em
Fake aliases, no driver's license or
But we cold shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
Outdoors my niggaz is
Rollin' smoke in the seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets,
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the in park
Bodies for lunch, they eat
Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they goin'

Hey man rough outside
Crack is buyin' all night
Handguns is
Fuck around you might lose your
Anywhere in and outta B
The same every it's so real
That you gotta be on your
If not then you get pideeled

one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota
We hit the up for kicks
Slid, in words bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheese back we lost from earlier
Get back the shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? what? Twelve grand bowl 'em
No little on the floor roll 'em
That's what I do (sounds of shaking)
Six 'em girls, hit his
I'm a still that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, that bitch
Holy smoke! I your roll
Two and a five, they all applause and he smiled
But me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground
the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off the thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five?
Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody out!
Watch the magic number my pretty hand let out
My first was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks for the dust off!"
I'm like hell no I'm for the gun store
Punch you in motherfuckin' face like Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the place got
like twenty forty times, my arm got tired
Couldn't hit a point, not a deuce
Took a swig of my goose
Anything to give me a damn boost
Then out a wonderful six
Holy shit! that shit
Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin' cream
That was one one six, one sixteen C
And I don't care no motherfuckin' Royce Green
He pulled out, he at me, I pointed at him
My man pointed at them
They pulled their out and pointed at him
And crazy they was coming in

Hey man it's outside
Crack heads is all night
Handguns is
Fuck around you lose your life
Anywhere in and outta B
The same every it's so real
That you gotta be on grizzly
If not then you get pideeled

This just in, news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout at 5:23 pm
An alleged witness says things went haywire a dice game
Two males were shot in their buttocks
Leaving one wounded
Two others were pronounced dead on the crime
At a hospital, three New York men are recovering
In stable condition but are being held police supervision at this time
For on the spot
TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off
Now back to Tony already in progress