Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' with Stase, I caught a in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid Timmy actin' friendly
her by offending, sure hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't the alcohol's about to get him merc

He tried to French her yo, that's my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I should known he had people posted in here
So I till the coast was clear
And when he walked off, I put in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat that be he hard
I told him if he come, he got to come by eight
But Hud don't never what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
why he always caught up in some damn foul play

Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He somewhere lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it right
How he gonna' leave my big brother and jell overnight
He wouldn't sell us out or us out
But messin' with Hud, we ain't get to bail him out

I can't believe nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three jars on my
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we eat
You know what mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten
I should have stayed, Hud? He gonna' gas you to stay

I'm tellin' Hud, yo, over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus we got plates
Now Hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this happen
I ain't tryin' to point no fingers but all Hud's fault
If he speedin' with no weed we would have never got caught

Cardie, when you gonna' grow up? You need to get
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, your single was a donut
Baby Stase, need to to stay in the place
And Mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
And Loon, my man but he floss too much

He wanna out, 'bout, but he cost too much
And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
And Blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gonna' all get
Go against Harlem World and we toss you up

Hey yo, Meeno, hey yo, is Cuda man
go Loon tell him what you told him
You was gonna tell him you see him

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a waist, sweet perfume
Can't this shit
Second week in June, second in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full and the stars is bright
Pray to God I catch me a slide tonight

But of course, Loon gets drunk then starts to
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same he toss
Same chick tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
for love, this is man for a whore
And until day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you just mad 'cos my drop dead
And you mad cos I went to Cancun got
You fed, 'cos I'm it and gettin' more bread
Why block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cos my pockets are up
While you spend of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat

you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, wait till this album is wrapped up
I'm take you to a lot, dare you to act up
So strap up, 'cos I know you like me
But just know you get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out