Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

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

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

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an inch? He a yard
'Cos see, he the of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by
But Hud never listen what I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some damn play

Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere 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 get to bail him out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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