Luyện nghe bài hát Pointing Fingers

Yo, only got twelve bars so let me cut to the
Fuckin' 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 to get him merc

He tried to kiss her yo, that's my man twin sister
Swung on him, but he threw the in my ear
I should have known he had people in here
So I waited 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 takin' a
'Cos see, he the type of cat that be he hard
I him if he gonna 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

'bout I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't the time on his wrist
He probably somewhere lying to a
'bout he rich, no, it ain't right
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 believe this nigga Hud tried to blame it on me
We on the I-95, three on my seat
I'm hopin' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the
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 Penn State
The windows all foggy, we got temp plates
Now Hud streetin', not listenin' and yappin'
Smokin' Buddha straight from Cuba, to wish this ain't happen
I ain't to point no fingers but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't speedin' with no we would have never got caught

Cardie, when you gonna' up? You need to get chips
Stack dough up, switch flow up, 'cos your single was a donut
Baby Stase, to learn to stay in the place
And Mase, that's your twin, 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, that's my dog, but he too much
And Blink, fake boy, soft as butt
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we toss you up

Hey yo, Meeno, hey yo, this is man
There go Loon tell him you told him
You was gonna tell him 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 week in June, night in Cancun
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 starts to floss
Runnin' his yap the same chick he toss
Same from tour, all I got was jaw
all in love, seen it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a
And until day, still goin' to war

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

Hope you get hit by a truck
And don't come around forty and front and get 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, I know you don't like me
But just know you won't get a chance to me
Loon, all out