Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
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 know the alcohol's about to get him merc

He tried to kiss her yo, that's my man twin sister
on him, but he threw the toast in my ear
I have known he had people posted in here
So I till 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
see, he the type of cat that 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 do it his way, instead of our way
That's why he always up in some damn foul play

Talkin' 'bout I at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the on his wrist
He probably lying to a chick
Talkin' he rich, no, it ain't right
How he gonna' leave my big brother Mase and 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 Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, jars on my seat
I'm hopin' cops don't be prejudiced, if not we eat
You know what that mean, up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got ten miles, we don' did ten states
I should have stayed, knowing Hud? He gonna' gas you to

I'm tellin' Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since State
The windows all foggy, we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not and yappin'
Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, 'bout to wish this happen
I tryin' 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 gonna' grow up? You to get chips
Stack dough up, switch your up, 'cos your single was a donut
Baby Stase, need to to stay in the place
And Mase, your twin, tell her stay out my face
And Loon, that's my man but he floss too

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

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

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

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

Hey yo, you just mad 'cos my chick drop
And you mad cos I to Cancun got head
You fed, I'm doin' 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 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 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 know you won't get a chance to fight me
Loon, all out