Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit done changed, the strip got
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 nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred with substance
my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, I keep it
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like heavy
Heavy'll put a bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no royce but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that shit
Bossy bitch she too flossy to trip
I'm muthafuckin' degree, not your average,
I'll have boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller pack a of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now dome in the trunk
As we donut, I dump, I too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that to watch my aura glisten,
They still don't
I...i got pot hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop
I got lynch hung in my sniffin' for cops
I receipts of 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 been hard and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin' in my
But I'm seconds away from insane
Now I to lift away

(lynch):
Now you know I come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high 'cause they really don't know who they 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,
'cause if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon'
'cause I'm at yo' window, off that indo, more sacs than santana
Better check your antenna on 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
Evidently you got something me
Don't you me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's best
Player haters die a slow death, death

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