Luyện nghe bài hát The Jookz

Yeah right, we gon' do it like this and like that
Y'knahmsayin, from the top
Ha ha ha, right it's your man Flavor Flav boy
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, yeah like that, that
Yeah, like that, what nigga
We all the money!
That's right we gon' do it like this once
2005, comin with no jive
That's right, KNOCK KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK,
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 on a stog'
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, look suspicious
Only thing you do is just {?} bitches
Did that weak clown, for {?} time
Once set that ain't shit, {?} the tires
your face just in case somebody see us
If move, send they ass straight to...
Nigga what, saw the joker jump the
up behind him, yo {?} you're alone now
Grabbed the bag quick, picked up the cheese
{?} was blowin the horn, come the D's
Flashbacks, all about last doin a bid
Violators paroled from some asshole's
That was then, this is now, this is a different
That's right black, cold the employer
Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, helpless
Lucky cause we seemed selfish
Cocked the hammer, but they caught the jookz on camera
That 2005 fire right
They can't front on
It's that real shit son you it
Aiyyo, aiyyo the of hell, call it a jail cell blizzard
Waitin and hesitatin and for a visit now
The is crazy, look at the Timberlands
name is John, they'll be callin 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
Givin out nigga threats, out bitch threats
You can't escape, you can't face the
Tell the Joe hell no cause they fight fair
Handcuffs, don't a man tough
They call it justice, but just one us - damn!
I didn't want to say it
don't want no labels on us
Stay in class, don't get kicked out of
right Flavor boy, back in your face
That's DeVante they can't front on this
They can't front on DeVante, they can't front on this right?
Yo can't front on this, aiyyo
Yo Fido, whassup Fido, can't front on this?
They can't on this, that's right
Holla at boy, holla at your boy, holla at your boy