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

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

On the night of the rap that I write
The Devil and God gon' a fight
Check it, head to
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out I'ma go
All gon' blaze the weed
will turn back to centipedes
From pennies, yeah
To a of g's
And all my homies go from to ki's

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

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

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

On the night of the rap that I write
I'll be married a wife
be the special 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 but not to follow
Yo!