Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit done changed, the got bigger
To make my ends I got the and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p
The liquor out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred with substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival in rival clusters
I'm still birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I 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 talkin' costly shit
bitch think she too flossy to trip
I'm first degree, not your average,
I'll have boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller a package of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the
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 don't listen
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't
I got hung in my backseat 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 on my mind
I been workin' and I got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin' in my
But I'm seconds away from goin'
Now I need to lift

(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come like a lunatic
Man, they must be high 'cause they really know who they fuckin' with
I used to them all bombed out
Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we 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, sacs than santana
Better check antenna on your radio 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 loaded album, of siccmade music
Evidently you got against me
Don't you tempt me, minty of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's best
Player haters die a slow death, slow

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