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 Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, how fast it go
Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, one, where the matches yo?
Hit the and see how fast the Aston go
Roll the down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my diamonds and how much I blow
How many I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and they all
try to shut me up like Malcom
But standin' in the caine smoking was the outcome
I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
Hit Hollywood late night and knock a stallion
So niggas twice about my medallion or
hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
My is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than did
And just to think, several years ago they to split his wig
Two to the chest, his heart, one hit his rib
Then I out, like a movie, all I could hear...

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

from Boyz in the Hood: Crying