Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit done changed, the got bigger
To my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my on with the 80 p liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in nigga
Got me huntin' my musket, barred down with substance
my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I'm givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still up with skeet sours, I like them heavy
Heavy'll put a little in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls but I keep it moist
I it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to
I'm first muthafuckin' degree, not average,
I'll have your hoppin'
Poppin' off a baller 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 too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still listen
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't
I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin' for
I receipts of tweed purchase, purpose, write off at text time
So y'all go home, light the smoke, it's time

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

(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come like a lunatic
Man, must be high 'cause they really don't know who they fuckin' with
I used to them all bombed out
Drink alize wine, rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out
I got the out, no doubt,
'cause if it ain't rappin', gunplay's gon' happen
'cause I'm at yo' window, off that indo, more sacs than santana
Better check antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video
'cause I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the loaded album, of siccmade music
you got something against 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 wear no chuck taylors and don't sag my pants
But I still lift the switch and this 64 dance
More niggas with me now I had in the hood
And down for whatever and that's all to the good
Wish you would my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, that, bitch nigga what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya from the floor
Nigga beef, now he wants beef no more
That's how I'm 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer mad streets
Creepers with and stash spots for glocks
And under car escobar style, wild, you been there, you know the terrain
Niggas go insane, to get the green
I'm just surviving on the with my peeps
And I'm livin' for the day I catch a punk on the creep,