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 leave Aftermath, Dre I was too defiant
That was five years ago, how fast it go
Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself Plaxico
But fuck that, one, where the matches yo?
Hit the and see how fast the Aston go
the window down, clip off the ashes so
You can see all my and how much cash I blow
How bitches I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and all outside
Niggas try to shut me up like
But standin' in the window smoking was the outcome
Sometimes I get a little and pop a Valium
Hit late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think about my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba Gooding "Ricky! "
My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks I use the bitch
Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous Griffey did
And just to think, years ago they tried to split 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 the cops took my weed and my choppers
They want me to sing, Sinatra, I told the detective
Get clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots created a
Hell's Kitchen straight out of Compton
I seen in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
2Pac was the life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga shot him, I swear to God
If I'm lying Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
I'm where niggas get murdered over stock rims
And in the jaw just for a cocked brim
Nobody let the cops in, we ain't got no options
to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
Then my house went up for auction
And that's tipped [?], I'm goin' back to buy the block then
Too many niggas locked in, dig up and defend all my niggas
With they faith under stockings, rather face God 25 with no options
If Compton ain't the 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 room sound, when my got shot down...

[Sample from Boyz in the Crying