Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Rap I'll Ever Write

On the night of the rap that I write
all over will bless the mic
Point two glocks in the air
Stunt Caps go down they were as
Real rap to be made of gold
Hot little ho's keep em cold
Everywhere, it out, it'll be cool
All deals will even go smooth

On the night of the last rap I write
The and God gon' have a fight
it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out I'ma go
All non-smokers blaze the weed
Butterflies will back to centipedes
From pennies, tiga
To a of g's
And all my homies go oz's to ki's

On the of the last rap that I write
Mike Tyson gon' have his fight
Knock the little trick out with a left and a
Stevie even gon' regain his sight

On the of my last rap
gon' be run by blacks
And no where 'round will there be
Jamaica's gon' get Bob Marley's
And all my tigas gon' they guns
And no where 'round where the police

And this out
I'ma kick it with
Ali will be pronounced as god
Won't be one killin' in the
Muslim's will all cry Malcom-X
Hewey'll get respect
Dis I know, I never

On the night of the last rap that I
I'll be married a wife
She'll be the love of my life
But check this out muthafucka, not
Life, of a
it like soccer, that's my motto
Like a in your gun
My heart hollow
Somethin' to like but not to
Yo!