Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got twelve so let me cut to the chase
Fuckin' Stase, I caught a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure hurt his game didn't work
He didn't the alcohol's 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 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 thinkin' he
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by
But Hud don't never listen I say
He do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always caught up in some foul play

Talkin' I said at nine, he killin' time
And he checked the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gonna' leave my big brother Mase and jell
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 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 that mean, shut up Hud, drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' 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 since Penn
The windows all foggy, plus we got temp
Now Hud streetin', not listenin' 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 speedin' with no weed we would have never got caught

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

He hang out, 'bout, but he cost 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, this is man
go Loon tell him what you told him
You was tell him when you see him

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

But of course, Loon drunk then starts to floss
Runnin' his yap 'bout the chick he toss
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 until this day, still to war

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

Hope you get hit by a Mack
And don't come around forty and front and get up
Cracked up, can't wait this 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 just know you won't get a to fight me
Loon, all out