Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Crack Commandments

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

It's the ten commandments, what?
can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, my niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't you niggas, my triple beam niggas

been in this game for years, it made me an animal
It's to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed
Rule Number Uno, let no one know
How much dough you cause you know
The breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass up
Number 2, let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in and violence?
Take it your highness
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for bricks and chips
Number 3, never no-bo-dy
Your set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast
She be laying in the bushes to that ass up
4, I know you heard this before
Never get high on your own
Number 5, never sell no crack you rest at
I don't if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce!
Number 6, that goddamn credit? it
You think a crackhead you back, shit forget it!
7, this rule is so
your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like 2 and no bitch
Find yourself in shit
Number 8, never keep no on you!
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold too
Number 9 shoulda Number 1 to me,
If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from
If niggas you snitchin' they ain't trying to listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start
Number 10, a word called consignment
for live men, not for freshmen
If you got the clientele, say "hell no!"
'Cause they gon' want money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad to break up
If not, 24 years on the up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame up
Caretaker did makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, pies to bake up, word up