Luyện nghe bài hát Respect

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

Ten in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get
Wild, juvenile rippin' mics and
New York New York, for the likes of this, uh

Then came the date, May 21st
2:19, that's when my momma burst
No spouse in the house so she for self
To the hospital, to see if she could get a little

Umbilical wrapped around my neck
I'm seein' my death and I even took 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, smokin' blunts, cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football
ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the scream at my lifetime dream, I mean

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

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

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

Ninety-four, now I explore new
Mama smile when she see me, that's
Honeys is tantalizin', they freak all
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 niggas livin' street
to treat life to the best, put stress to rest
Still your vest man, niggas be trippin'
In the streets a gat? Nah, nigga you're slippin'

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