Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

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

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

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