Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: Boyz in the
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

"Ricky! "
"Help me! me! Somebody, help me! "
"Ricky, Ricky! "
"Ricky! "

1:]
Blood of a slave, heart of a
Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too
was five years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot like Plaxico
But fuck that, one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how the Aston go
the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I
How many bitches I fuck, how many I drive
How goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
Niggas try to me up like Malcom
But in the window caine smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and down a stallion
So niggas twice about my medallion or
hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent and zero percent snitch
a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more than Griffey did
And just to think, years ago they tried to split his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear...

2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, up to a doctor
All I could think about, was the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear Belvedere vodka
Them five shots a monster
Hell's comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a
was the real life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I to God
If I'm lying then is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was in
Then my grandmother house up for auction
And that's what tipped [?], I'm back to buy the block then
Too many locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather God then 25 with no options
If Compton ain't the capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, a clown
With a tre-pound, forty bouncin' off the ground
This how my living room sound, when my got shot down...

from Boyz in the Hood: Crying