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, drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy friendly
Grabbed her by offending, sure 'cos his game didn't work
He didn't the alcohol's about to get him merc

He tried to French kiss her yo, that's my man twin
Swung on him, but he the toast in my ear
I should have known he had people in here
So I waited till the coast was
And when he walked off, I put in his rear, yeah, yeah

Yo, Hud is the type, give him an He takin' a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat be thinkin' he hard
I him if he gonna come, he got to come by eight
But Hud don't never listen I say
He always do it his way, of our way
That's why he always caught up in damn foul play

Talkin' I said at nine, he killin' time
And he ain't checked the time on his
He probably somewhere to a chick
Talkin' 'bout he rich, no, it ain't
How he gonna' leave my big brother Mase and jell
He sell us out or yell us out
But messin' with Hud, we ain't 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' don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what mean, shut 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 pissed since Penn State
The windows all foggy, we got temp plates
Now Hud steady streetin', not listenin' and
Smokin' Buddha straight Cuba, 'bout to wish this ain't happen
I ain't tryin' to point no but it's all Hud's fault
If he wasn't with 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 single was a donut
Baby Stase, to learn to stay in the place
And Mase, that's your twin, tell her 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 too much
And Blink, fake pretty boy, soft as
Oh damn, if I get touched, we all get touched
Go against Harlem 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
out like a straight buffoon
For a pretty face, a slim waist, perfume
Can't believe shit
week in June, second night in Cancun
Pop Cris' by the full moon and the stars is
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
Same from tour, all I got was jaw
He's all in love, it all before
Sucka' for love, this is man for a
And until this day, goin' 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 doin' it and more bread
Why block hotter than a nuclear warhead
You more fed 'cos my pockets are up
While you spend most of day baggin' your cracks up
You fat

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