Luyện nghe bài hát Respect

Nineteen-seventy somethin', I don't sweat the date
My is late so I had to plan my escape
Out the skins, in this of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessey I cold hurl

Ten months in this gut, what the
I wish moms'd hurry up so I get buck
Wild, juvenile mics and shit
New New York, ready for the likes of this, uh

Then came the worst date, May
2:19, when my momma water burst
No spouse in the so she rode for self
To the hospital, to see if she get a little help

cord's wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I ain't even my first step
I made it out, I'm mad joy
The looked and said, "He's gonna be a Bad Boy"

Now I'm thirteen, blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football
ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach at my lifetime dream, I mean

I wanna up, stack my dough up
So I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up
Mom said that I grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect

Put the drugs on the Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, of New York, I wanna be it
Rap was secondary, was necessary
I got incarcerated kinda scary

C74-Mark 8 set me
Not able to move behind the great gate
Time to contemplate, damn, did I fail?
All the money I was all the money for bail

Ninety-four, now I explore new
Mama smile when she see me, surprisin'
Honeys is tantalizin', freak all night
Peep duckin' on the creep all night
As I my eyes and realizin' I changed

Not the deranged child stuck up in the game
And to my livin' street life
Learn to treat to the best, put stress to rest
Still tote vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets without a gat? Nah, you're slippin'

If I'm on The F with weed on my breath
Original hustler the muffler on the Tec
Respect to the and the Ac's
To the freaks in the Jeeps, lick shots to my