Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' with Stase, I a buck in the face
I got the set me up, everybody's drinkin'
Kid named Timmy actin'
Grabbed her by offending, sure 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't know the about 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 in here
So I waited till the was clear
And when he walked off, I put four in his rear, yeah,

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

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

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

I'm Hud, yo, pull over we ain't pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, plus we got plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' straight from 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' with no weed we would never got caught

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

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

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

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

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

you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get up
Cracked up, can't till 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 chance to me
Loon, all out