Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

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

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

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

Talkin' 'bout I said at nine, he time
And he ain't the time on his wrist
He probably lying to a chick
Talkin' he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gonna' leave my big Mase and jell overnight
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' Hud, we ain't even get to bail him out

I can't believe this nigga Hud 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 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, pull over we ain't pissed since State
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' Buddha from Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' with no weed we would have never got

Cardie, when you grow up? You need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your flow up, your 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 wanna hang out, 'bout, but he too much
And Meeno, my dog, but he talk too much
And Blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against World and we gonna' toss you up

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

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, sweet
believe this shit
Second week in June, night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
Pray to God that I me a slide tonight

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

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

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