Luyện nghe bài hát The Jookz

Yeah that's right, we do it like this and like that
Y'knahmsayin, straight the top
Ha ha ha, that's right it's man Flavor Flav boy
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH snap, like that, like that
Yeah, that, what nigga what
We all the money!
That's right we gon' do it like once again
2005, comin live no jive
That's right, KNOCK, KNOCK KNOCK, word
Check out the jookz, crooks that plot
on a comfortable spot that's got new locks
The L train, night 11 PM
2 pulls up, a Caddy, and a BM
First nigga, has the Caddy, he was a
Second on the passenger side, he pulls a
The kid in the backseat, was on a stog'
Beemer was parked at the rock, to roll
11 o'clock, on point, waitin and now
for Flavor to come out, so we can stick him
Move up the stairs slow, don't look
Only thing you do is just {?} bitches
Did that clown, waitin for {?} time
Once set that shit, {?} slash the tires
Cover your face in case somebody see us
If somebody move, they ass straight to...
Nigga what, saw the jump the turnstile
Snucked up behind him, yo {?} you're now
the bag real quick, picked up the cheese
{?} was the horn, here come the D's
Flashbacks, it's all last doin a bid
Violators paroled from some asshole's
That was then, this is now, is a different story
right black, cold slapped the employer
Gagged his mouth, tied his hands, helpless
Lucky cause we seemed pretty
Cocked the hammer, but they caught the whole jookz on
That 2005 fire right
They can't on this
that real shit son you know it
Aiyyo, aiyyo the gates of hell, call it a cell blizzard
Waitin and and waitin for a visit now
The felons is crazy, look at the
Your is John, they'll be callin you Quinton
Seven six, out, fights break out
Do you understand what I'm 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 a man tough
call it justice, but there's 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 right Flavor boy, in your face
That's right DeVante they can't on this
They can't front on this DeVante, they front on this right?
Yo can't 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 boy, holla at your boy