Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit changed, the strip got bigger
To my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on the 80 p liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival
I'm still givin' birth to joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I them heavy
Heavy'll put a bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but I it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch that costly shit
Bossy bitch she too flossy to trip
I'm first degree, not your average,
I'll your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off a baller pack a package of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my glisten,
They don't listen
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, stop, won't stop
I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin' for
I of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So y'all go home, light the smoke, it's time

Now I apologize for smoke on my
I workin' hard and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. in my brain
But I'm seconds away from insane
Now I to lift away

(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come like a lunatic
Man, they must be high 'cause really don't know who they fuckin' with
I used to have all bombed out
alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out
I got the out, no doubt,
if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon' happen
'cause I'm tappin' at yo' window, off that indo, more than santana
Better check your antenna on your or your stereo or your video
I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the album, coutesty of siccmade music
Evidently you got something me
Don't you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, best
Player die a slow death, slow death

(ice-t):
I don't wear no chuck taylors and don't sag my
But I still lift the switch and this 64 dance
More niggas me now than I had in the hood
And they down for and that's all to the good
Wish you would my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, bitch what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin' from the
Nigga wanted beef, now he beef no more
how I'm coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash spots for
And under car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin' to get the
I'm surviving on the streets with my peeps
And I'm for the day I catch a punk on the creep, yeah