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 swerve on with the 80 p
The bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, down with substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival in rival clusters
I'm still givin' birth to joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like heavy
Heavy'll put a little bass in voice
Yamps choice, no rolls but I keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly
Bossy bitch think she too to trip
I'm first degree, not your average,
I'll your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller pack a of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the
As we donut, I dump, I seen too many moons, took the of too many bufoons
with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still don't
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, stop, won't stop
I got lynch hung in my sniffin' for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at time
So y'all go home, light the smoke, it's relax

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

(lynch):
Now you niggas I come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high 'cause they really don't who they fuckin' with
I to have them all bombed out
Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we 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 sacs than
Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your
'cause I'm not pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the loaded album, coutesty of music
you got something against me
Don't you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, best
Player haters die a death, slow death

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