Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

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

He tried to French kiss her yo, my man twin sister
on him, but he threw the toast in my ear
I should have known he had people posted in
So I waited 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

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

I can't believe this nigga Hud tried to 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 did ten states
I should have stayed, knowing Hud? He gonna' gas you to

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

Cardie, when you gonna' grow up? You to get chips
Stack up, switch your flow up, 'cos your single was a donut
Baby Stase, to learn 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 hang out, 'bout, but he too much
And Meeno, that's my dog, but he talk too
And Blink, pretty boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against Harlem and we gonna' toss you up

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

Yeah, yeah, playboy, my man
Went out like a straight
For a face, a slim waist, sweet perfume
believe this shit
Second week in June, second 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 gets then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the same 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 day, still goin' to war

Hey yo, you mad 'cos my chick 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 my pockets are stacked up
While you most of your day baggin' your cracks up
You fat

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