Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got bars so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' with Stase, I caught a buck in the
I got the set me up, drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy friendly
Grabbed her by offending, hurt 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the about to get him merc

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

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an He takin' a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to by eight
But Hud don't never listen I say
He always do it his way, 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 probably lying to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gonna' leave my big brother Mase and overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' with Hud, we ain't even get to him out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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