Luyện nghe bài hát Secondz a Way

(first degree):
Shit changed, the strip got bigger
To my ends I got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p
The liquor bring out the nigga in this
Got me huntin' my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival
I'm still birth to perfect joints, I keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, I like heavy
put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls 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 baller pack a of suckin'
you fuckin' up duck, stuck like 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 hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop
I got lynch in my backseat sniffin' for cops
I receipts of purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So y'all go home, the smoke, it's relax time

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

(lynch):
Now you niggas know I come sick a lunatic
Man, they must be 'cause they really don't know who they fuckin' with
I used to have them all out
Drink alize wine, rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped 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 video
I'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom I'm critical
You got chance, now use
Hit you with the album, coutesty of siccmade music
you got something against me
Don't you tempt me, minty of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's 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 lift the switch and make 64 dance
More niggas me now than I had in the hood
And they down for whatever and that's all to the
you would test my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, nigga what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin' the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he beef no more
That's how I'm coming 9-6, bitch, and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, runnin' mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash for glocks
And under car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the
Niggas go insane, to get the green
I'm just surviving on the streets my peeps
And I'm livin' for the day I catch a on the creep, yeah