Luyện nghe bài hát The Jookz

Yeah that's right, we gon' do it like this and that
Y'knahmsayin, from the top
Ha ha ha, that's right it's man Flavor Flav boy
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, yeah like that, like
Yeah, like that, what what
We all the money!
That's right we gon' do it like once again
2005, comin with no jive
That's right, KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, word
Check out the jookz, neighborhood that plot
Schemin on a spot that's got new locks
The L train, Friday 11 PM
2 pulls up, a Caddy, and a BM
nigga, has the Caddy, he was a lookout
Second on the side, he pulls a oowop
The kid in the backseat, was smokin on a
Beemer was parked at the rock, to roll
11 o'clock, on point, waitin and now
Waitin for Flavor to come out, so we can him
Move up the stairs slow, don't look
thing you wanna do is just {?} bitches
Did that clown, waitin for {?} time
Once set that ain't shit, {?} the tires
Cover face just in case somebody see us
If somebody move, send ass straight to...
Nigga what, saw the jump the turnstile
up behind him, yo {?} you're alone now
Grabbed the bag real quick, up the cheese
{?} was blowin the horn, come the D's
Flashbacks, all about last doin a bid
paroled from some asshole's crib
That was then, this is now, this is a story
right black, cold slapped the employer
Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, helpless
cause we seemed pretty selfish
Cocked the hammer, but they caught the jookz on camera
2005 fire right here
They can't front on
It's real shit son you know it
Aiyyo, aiyyo the of hell, call it a jail cell blizzard
Waitin and hesitatin and waitin for a now
The is crazy, look at the Timberlands
Your name is John, they'll be you Quinton
Seven six, lights out, fights out
Do you understand what I'm about
Ass be in the system, you're hoardin the cigarettes
out nigga threats, givin out bitch threats
You escape, you can't face the nightmare
Tell the Joe hell no cause they don't fight
Handcuffs, don't make a man
call it justice, but there's just one us - damn!
I didn't even to say it
They don't no labels on us
Stay in class, don't get out of class
That's right Flavor boy, back in your
That's right DeVante they can't front on
They can't front on this DeVante, can't front on this right?
Yo they front on this, aiyyo
Yo Fido, Fido, they can't front on this?
can't front on this, that's right
Holla at your boy, holla at your boy, holla at boy