Luyện nghe bài hát Ricky

[Intro: in the Hood]
"Shit! Rick!
man! "

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

1:]
Blood of a slave, of a giant
Had to Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was years ago, look how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself Plaxico
But fuck that, one, where the matches yo?
Hit the freeway and see how the Aston go
Roll the window down, clip off the so
You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I
How many I fuck, how many cars I drive
How goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the window smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a
Hit Hollywood late night and down a stallion
So niggas think about my medallion or
You'll 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, several years ago they tried to his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I hear...

2:]
Feelin' all fucked up, woke up to a
All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my
They want me to sing, Sinatra, I told the detective
Get this clear like vodka
Them five shots created a
Hell's comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a
2Pac was the life "Ricky! "
Then they shot the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New and I'm Rakim
I'm from where get murdered over stock rims
And punched in the jaw for a cocked brim
Nobody mama let the cops in, we got no options
to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my house went up for auction
And that's what [?], I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up and defend all my niggas
With they under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
If Compton the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a
a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
This how my living sound, when my brother got shot down...

[Sample from Boyz in the Crying