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, heart of a
Had to Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
That was five years ago, look how it go
Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
But fuck that, blaze one, where the yo?
Hit the freeway and see how the Aston go
Roll the window down, off the ashes so
You can see all my and how much cash I blow
How many I fuck, how many cars I drive
How many goons I got, count 'em and all outside
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 late night and knock down a stallion
So niggas think twice my medallion or
You'll hear Cuba yelling "Ricky! "
My is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
Park a Bentley and the Phantom on while I use the bitch
the Cincinnati fitted more famous 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
I blacked 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, like Sinatra, I told the
Get this clear Belvedere vodka
Them shots created a monster
Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of
I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a
2Pac was the life "Ricky! "
Then they shot down the nigga that him, I swear to God
If I'm lying then Compton is New and I'm Rakim
I'm from where niggas get murdered over rims
And punched in the jaw just for a cocked
Nobody mama let the cops in, we got no options
Wanted to be a boxer, but I was 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 Cochran and all my niggas
With 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 painted, like a clown
a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
This how my living sound, when my brother got shot down...

from Boyz in the Hood: Crying