Luyện nghe bài hát The Jookz

Yeah that's right, we gon' do it this and like that
Y'knahmsayin, straight the top
Ha ha ha, that's right it's your man Flavor boy
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, yeah that, like that
Yeah, like that, what nigga
We all the money!
That's we gon' do it like this once again
2005, comin with no jive
That's right, KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, word
Check out the jookz, neighborhood crooks plot
on a comfortable spot that's got new locks
The L train, Friday 11 PM
2 trucks up, a Caddy, and a BM
First nigga, has the Caddy, he was a
Second on the side, he pulls a oowop
The kid in the backseat, was smokin on a
Beemer was at the rock, ready 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 suspicious
Only you wanna do is just {?} bitches
Did weak clown, waitin for {?} time
Once set ain't shit, {?} slash the tires
Cover your face just in somebody see us
If move, send they ass straight to...
what, saw the joker jump the turnstile
Snucked up behind him, yo {?} you're now
Grabbed the bag real quick, up the cheese
{?} was the horn, here come the D's
Flashbacks, it's all about doin a bid
paroled from some asshole's crib
That was then, is now, this is a different story
That's right black, cold the employer
Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, he's
Lucky we seemed pretty selfish
the hammer, but they caught the whole jookz on camera
That 2005 right here
They can't on this
It's that real son you know it
Aiyyo, aiyyo the of hell, call it a jail cell blizzard
Waitin and and waitin for a visit now
The felons is crazy, at the Timberlands
Your is John, they'll be callin you Quinton
Seven six, out, fights break out
Do you what I'm talkin about
Ass be caught in the system, hoardin the cigarettes
Givin out nigga threats, givin out bitch
You escape, you can't face the nightmare
Tell the Joe hell no they don't fight fair
Handcuffs, don't make a man
They call it justice, but just one us - damn!
I didn't want to say it
They want no labels on us
Stay in class, don't get kicked out of
That's Flavor boy, back in your face
That's right DeVante can't front on this
They front on this DeVante, they can't front on this right?
Yo can't front on this, aiyyo
Yo Fido, whassup Fido, can't front on this?
can't front on this, that's right
Holla at your boy, holla at boy, holla at your boy